Saturday.....April 1st.... and at least 15 cm of heavy wet snow..... and it was not an April Fool's

but by this evening it is surprising how much has melted away.

Friday and Thursday were great days, mild weather makes walking more enjoyable and
over the course of each day I logged enough steps to register 3 miles each day. A big GSD needs 
exercise.

The pattern seems to be that the chemo week is not fun... tired, and irritable and I cry at the drop of a hat.... for no reason.....    I read on a message board that the crying spells are know as the 
Chemo Sobbies... a good name..   then the remaining two weeks are pretty good.

I am still shocked to see a bald head in the mirror... and am staying away from crowds... ( I guess there are not really crowds of people in this little Village)

To be continued...

There is NO PRIVACY WHEN YOU OWN A GERMAN SHEPHERD

You have all read about Chance, the almost 11 month old German Shepherd ( I have to remember he is still just a puppy) because he is HUGE

Anyway, he has recently become very concerned if I am behind a closed door. He has left many long scratches on the bedroom door as well as the bathroom one...

I really really needed a bath today.... and did not want him whining and scratching on the bathroom door while I was trying to soak in the tub.... so I let him come in with me...

He does not understand the concept of a bath.... he whimpered and whined as only German Shepherds can... he paced back and forth... put his feet up on the tub.... looking very perplexed all the while....

At least he did not try to rescue me!

M

Ugggh.  Day 3

Too many steroids, irritable, no sleep, and feeling off balance. I have already boiled over the black beans that were cooking on the stove. Stu has gone to his man cave in the basement..cat is hiding but Chance won't leave me ALONE....

And it is only noon...


Every family should have a nurse.... dear cousin Cathy comes to give me my Neupogen shots for 7 days after chemo treatment....to help maintain good white cells. Thank you!

I did take the dog out for several runs around the house, not his usual exercise but at least we were both moving...

One more pill tonight and that is the end of anti nausea meds for this round.....

I seem to be complaining.... HOWEVER IT IS ALL MUCH BETTER THAN BEING NAUSEATED..

I know tomorrow will be much better....

M

Day 2... second chemo treatment

Just finished a brown sugar scrub on my face.... and no mustache or chin whiskers 

to pluck for 6 months....

Guess there are some advantages to chemo hair loss:)

We truly live in a "metric" system.....I am old enough that I remember ... pounds, ounces, cups, pints, quarts, and gallons....  and must admit that I refer to that measure more often....

My pharmacy tale from yesterday....... and NO   I did not flash my underwear this time!

Having learned from the last lot of Rx to be filled I wisely ordered the anti nausea meds ahead of time and had them at home and ready.... the injections had to be refilled, so I dropped them off on the way home and left.... (I don't need them till Wednesday)....

A couple of hours later I got a call from the pharmacist, female and sounded young

She needed to verify my weight, as the dosage is weight based... I replied  155.... there was a very long quiet pause.... then with a definite question in her voice she asked, " pounds"  I expect she was visualizing that number in kilos

I thought my second treatment of Chemo was to be on Friday.... no one told me it was just a
talk to the nice Dr. day.... I waited for over an hour and fifteen minutes in the "waiting room", expecting to be called...and told which treatment room to go to.....  

I finally got up and asked what the hold up was.... only to be told that if I did not hand over the papers I was so carefully holding ( ones given to me by the oncologist) that I would not have an appointment for Chemo....  Life is a constant learning experience.....

The good news is that the "lump" is shrinking..... I though I could feel little chemo feet wandering around and stirring things up..:)

So back we go tomorrow.... Monday for session #2

M

Day 14....

And she climbed to the top of the mountain....

"Oh Great One"... she said,  "When does 

it begin, this thing called.... hair loss?"

"Day 14," came the reply

"And does it happen all at once?", she whispered.

"Only one answer per visit", boomed the voice,

"Go back down the mountain."