Got my fourth chemo treatment today. I was told I would have three per month for six months, so that means only fourteen more to go. However, this was the day that I get TWO concoctions instead of one. The last time I had the twofer, it really knocked me off my pins. I slept or laid down for about four days. But it felt good! I am the kind of person who hates to nap during the day. I wake up feeling woozy and headachy, not refreshed like I think you are supposed to. Anyhoo, I got home today from my 1 1/2 hour infusion and slept like a log for about 2 hours. I made myself get up and fix something to eat. I really can't taste much at all now, but I fixed some salmon patties and peas. It satisfied me because I kept imagining how it tasted.
Another thing that happened after the first "twofer" cocktail (on June 29th), was that my hair fell out rapidly. BUT, I still have most of my eyebrows and eyelashes. After today's treatment, I suppose I'll wake up in the morning and look like a baby mouse---you know how they have pink eyelids and NO eyelashes.
But I'm used to this crap. I will just pencil in around my eyes to show that I actually have some, and then dash on something glamorous for the eyebrows. I could draw ones like the old time actresses and slash on one simple, thin line. Or I could really color in a big, broad band and look like Groucho Marx. The possibilities are endless when you are drawing in facial features. If you don't like it, just erase . . . er . . . I mean wash off your mistake and try again.
Hubby asked if he could see what few strands of hair that I have left. NO. HELL, NO! Once again I will probably not go shiny bald. I think I already discussed this. But each day it is getting more evident that I am right. It actually is a very good sign. If my hair is trying to come back even though it is getting kicked to the curb by chemo, that means it WILL come back later. There are still several dozen six to eight inch long strands on the top of my head, but I've cropped most of the hair short on the sides and back. I comb it straight back and look like a demented old wrinkled man. It's true. Seriously. There is no way in the world I would get up in the morning and not put something on my head. It is really eeewwwwggy.
Each time I started treatments, I was told that it could mean that I might end up permanently bald. But I'm counting on my good German genes to give me back something later!
And it's that time...the changing of the flowers on the folks' gravesite. This is for sisters Karen and Sandy who live quite a distance away and I don't know how to post pictures on Facebook.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL