Going, Going, Not Gone

Just a super quick post tonight. I am pooped after a full day of feeling pretty good. Pat stayed home this morning and we did a lot of cleaning. This time with me pitching in much more than last time. I organized the recycling, which is a mound the pile of a small car. We keep missing recycling day and we are pretty good recyclers. P&B also got flu shots, B and half dose. The second half in 30 days.

More to the point, the hair is coming out fast and furious. I asked Pat to get me an electric razor on the way home from work tomorrow. It is falling  out so fast I have been afraid to comb my hair since two days ago. Tomorrow I will wield the comb and come what may. If I have a razor, then I can just be done with it. It's been a pretty tough day coming to the conclusion that the time for baldness is now. Why is everything such a process? Why do I have to grieve every change? My friend Jim says none of this is normal, so why do I expect to have normal feelings? I am quoting what I heard, probably not what he actually said. Sorry, Jim.

So, tomorrow reflexology and possible head shaving. What does your day look like?

Chemo Today

Yep, I got it. I am glad to have gotten chemo today and I have my happy little pump with me right now making all its good whooshing sounds. Ruth came with me and was excellent company, even though I was half-way knocked out by the drugs.

I am completely beat. I need soup and sleep and that's all. I will say my doctor was again awesome in his patience in answering all of my questions. I got a flu shot and everyone in my germ family - this means you, will also have to get a flu shot. Sorry about that. It's better to get one early to build immunity - that's what my chemo nurse, Sue, said. 

I will post more tomorrow. Time to snooze. Thanks to everyone for the encouraging comments and emails. It's good for me to get them, they make my heart sing.