Well it was another wonderful round of chemo. Hi's lows in between but I have an amazing team looking after me at the Hospital that will not complain one bit. This is all to make me healthy, and scare away any future cancer cells that think for one minute they are going to rest in this body. Speaking of bodies chemo has and the steroids and all the medications have wreaked havoc on it. I take god care of it, but it's not mine its been taken over by bloat, sponge like feelings everywhere, hair here and there, thank goodness I still have eyebrows and eyelashes. Yes its clear as a bell down south (in case you we're afraid to ask). I go to wear something and nope doesn't fit it did last week but not this week. By the next chemo bloat will be gone and my body will be ready to take it on again. Exercise well more then a little walk is all I can due because I need my strenght when I get the tiredness which falls upon you with absolutely no notice. Its like the neighbor who drops in the minute your bath water is perfect. You do know when your ok to drive and go out but there is always a plan B in case. But the last 7 days before the next chemo I really do feel well and pretty much like my old self. So I have two down and 4 to go .
So I've been watching the guys renovate my basement due to (if you remember) I had a flood int he basement and had fun showing up and chatting with them on Thursday every time I went downstairs I had a different wig on it was really funny. Great bunch of guys. They were scarlet when I showed up bald. Too funny.
My teenage son has been predictably dramatic for his age. He has a girlfriend and the sun of course sets and rises on her head. I like it when she's coming over he cleans the whole house empties the dishwasher cleans the littler box. Gotta love it. She lives naturally at the other end of Riverview and the driving to and fro is new for us but hey. They grow and are gone pretty fast.
Franks been great. I decided Friday night since I was feeling better to maybe get a lil romantic for him. So I put on a nightie that I had bought and hadn't tried figured it would fit. So I go and put it on, going over my head I knew I might be in trouble. I squeezed into this number, look in the mirror, it is hugging my body to death. I am standing staring at a bold person every new ripple is showing, my left breast or where it was is looking at me flat and furious the right looks like it might hit my chin, my arms look like a linebacker.............did I mention I'm bald? Franks lying on the bed I turn and face him and say well I don't think this is sexy?? He looks up and says "well its a bit challenging"!!! OMG I grabbed scissors and had to cut myself out of the nightie. If and I plan on living to be 100 I will never forget what I looked like in that mirror. Yup the last chemo can't come fast enough!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment