Chemo went well today, although there was a moment of panic when no blood was being pulled out of the port; that’s never a good thing. But fortunately it worked on the 2nd try. The site is still tender and poking it more than once with a needle isn’t fun! So the infusions went well and only took about 4 hours.
The main side effect I seem to be having is bone-crushing fatigue. Consequently, my treatment team strongly suggested that I not go to work for the rest of this year and they will re-evaluate in early January. I was only putting in a couple of hours a day at most, because that’s all I could handle. But they are concerned that those hours will deplete my strength even more, and I need my strength to fight off this dreadful disease. (I would much rather be at work than having to fight cancer! But I don’t have a choice.) So I’m hoping my disability policy I’ve been paying on for a year and a half will pay out like they’re supposed to. And of course now I wish I had paid a little more and bought the cancer policy – but hindsight is always 20-20 isn’t it?
So I’m spending my days reading, writing, napping, and playing on the computer. And when I feel up to it, venturing outside the house to the store or to take pictures. Being out in nature is rejuvenating, so I try to at least sit on the back patio for a little while each day for fresh air and sunshine.
My hair is continuing to thin but isn’t falling out in chunks yet – I’ve been told it will. Oh, joy! But I’m prepared, at least physically with hats and scarves and a possible wig. Mentally, I’m not sure one can be prepared for that sort of thing. I admire those women who can go out with bald heads uncovered, and who knows, maybe I will reach that point, too. Because we all know that ‘bald is beautiful’, right?