This R is for RACE.
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September 21st, 2009
never been so glad to have stubble…
September 6th, 2009I’ve got hair! Or rather, stubble that seems to indicate I will have hair at some point…it was a bit uneven so I used Jeremy’s electric hair trimmer, set at “1” just as he does! So now we really do have the same hair! But mine is growing faster…
Chemo is done…now for the recovery
July 28th, 2009Well, that day is finally here, or passed rather… July 23 was my last chemo. I’m still feeling pretty crappy, the final one was definitely the worst (cumulative effect and all that). But it is all uphill from here. I will have one more surgery in November to replace the temporary “tissue expanders” that stretch the skin and chest muscles out. Then I’ll have my final, silicone implants and probably some minor “revisions.”
Now we’re looking at getting our lives back together, growing some hair, and generally hoping to get normal for the first time in 6 months. They say it can take a while, but hey, we’ve never been really normal anyway!
the bald truth
July 3rd, 2009
everyone keeps saying I look so great with a bald head, and I’m getting more accustomed to it. Which is good because my oncologist says it takes 4 months after the last treatment to get even a crewcut, and 2 more to get anything that needs a style or cutting. So we’re looking at Thanksgiving/Christmas before I have anything to keep me warm. So here’s the photo…
chemo #5
July 3rd, 2009I should be feeling so gung-ho – after all it is my next to last treatment. but instead I feel depressed. Not this again, my body seems to be saying. At the Oncologist’s office I made a joke about how, while waiting for my appt, I went out to the ladies room in the hall by the elevators. but my body turned towards the elevators and was about to push the button. I could chalk it up to the so-called “chemo brain”, that I was just feeling spacey. This phenomenon was also responsible for me not remenbering how old I am, I mean really not remembering, not even able to do the math from 1974.
But I think it was more like an escape mechanism. Evey part of my being didn’t want to go through the nausea, the pain, the exhaustion again, only to feel better for a short time (maybe a week if I’m lucky) and then do it all over again. Messages of support welcome.
