I week post chemo

Well we got through it. Was a new experience and now we know what to expect. I remember old movies with people near death, black eyes, the vomiting, frail. Wasn't like that for me. Firstly I am not dying, chemo has been infused into my body to claim all foreign cells, cancer cells and to make me well. Hell of a cocktail with a 6 day hangover. However the raucousness is crazy, lots of pills for that, steroids, oh boy steroids they give this unreal energy then you fall like 40000ft. You are literally up then down. But I think the week went by fast. Its a vague memory now.
We've had unreal help from the family, friends have been fantastic, the sweets in the house are causing buttons to literally fly off Franks waistband. He is a little upset by this. He claims he's losing a little. I love him just the way he is. Robb is benefiting from all the homemade sweets as well, there is literally a crummy line from the frig down the stairs to his room. But my guys are eating .
My head is tender and the hair starting to come out a little. Went for a fitting of my $1200 wig yesterday. Blonde long beautiful natural waves. Friday we style and there I am happy. Our health plan covers it so I don't feel too indulgent. I will wear a synthetic one as well and I will donate the real one when this is over. OK so I'm justifying a little here, remember God isn't done with me yet.
I'm reading a book called "The Intelligent Patient Guide to Breast Cancer" 4Th edition compiled by leading Specialists. It is clear and is helping me to understand a little more, my Mother thinks I'm positively brilliant on the subject now. Speaking of my Mother I don't blog about my Mother. I've discovered through this Breast Cancer Journey that I am not my Mother's Daughter as I had once thought. I look like her sound like her, mannerisms the same. But we are two complete different characters in this play of life, . But we'll save her for my Therapist and perhaps a future blog....... I admire who she was, and her accomplishments. She is quite funny and I enjoy her, but at her age she is having a tough time with this Breast Cancer Diagnosis. She definitely doesn't choose to understand or read my blog.
I'm hoping next week to start in my Art room and do something creative. I have tons of ideas and if anyone has any ideas for me or would like to come and do a project with me I am open. You just have to wear a mask on week 2 post chemo, not have a hint of a cold or live with someone who has the flu or cold. hehehehe isn't that awful. You know I joke about my ego sometimes I am serious and its way out there . But you know I went to extra mural (think that's how you spell it) and the nurse changed my bandage that protects my pic line. Now she didn't do it the way the others have been doing it and it upset me and hurt me all night. Ok pinched a little. But I called them this morning and asked if they could redo it. But not the nurse who did it yesterday because I didn't want to hurt her feelings. They were like of"of course"!! One of them told me she like my spunk and that more women should stick up for themselves. So perhaps I;m to hard on myself , its not ego, its confidence. And that's why I blog it gives me strength and I know I have many friends and champions reading and praying and helping me through this. Because sometimes I am 5 going through this.