C2 D3

That's Cycle 2, Day 3. It's a good sign I'm even interested in posting today. Jason, bless his heart, took the girls to his parents house at 9:30 this morning and I've had the whole day to myself. I have taken two long naps, had one lovely visit from Sarah and managed to make myself two meals and do some laundry. Next up, a bath, and then the girls will be home for bedtime.

This round didn't start off so hot. I came home Thursday night and my dear friend Jessica came to keep me company while Jason was presenting his first fall workshop. Around 8pm I started dry heaving and it lasted on and off until 2am. Not fun. Coincidentally, Minna, who was sleeping at my in-laws, was vomiting all night too. So I am not sure if I was experiencing a variation of the same bug as her or just part of this round of chemo. Not that it matters, it's behind us now, thank goodness.

My head is getting more bald. I'm surprised I still have any hair left. There's quite a bit, but then again I started out with a shitload of hair on my head! I've got a few big bald patches and my head is really cold when I go bare around the house. I'm getting the hang of tying scarves. And going out in public isn't as big of a deal as I had anticipated. Each hurdle I get over is a relief.

I am happy to say that I am halfway through the AC part of this drug bath. The harsher of the two cocktails. The taxol will start 1 week after my last AC round and that won't be as hard on my body, but it will be weekly which means I'll spend more time at the hospital for 12 weeks. Oh well - just get me through.

I spent time during my infusion on Thursday learning how to do the self-injections so tonight I will start the neupogen shots. Jason and I both practiced and the nurse watched us to make sure we understood the steps. Apparently this stuff is like liquid gold so I've got to be really careful not to waste anything. I have to say there is never a dull moment with chemo!

I'm reading a book right now called "Nordie's at Noon" which sounds really hokey but a colleague of mine sent it to me (thank you Cheryl, if you are reading this!) and it's really been insightful. It's about 4 women around 30 years old who were all diagnosed with various kinds of breast cancer. Once a month they meet at Nordstroms Cafe for lunch and discuss their individual journeys. They decided to write a book about it and I've learned a lot from them. Perspective is everything.

I'm looking forward to getting past the next 3 days and getting out and about again. My strength and energy is pretty low. Even folding laundry was tiring. I'm off to take a bath before the kids come home for bed.

More later, as always.