Cycle 3, Day 1 – Chemo

My Status: Mush-Brained
Mood: Good
My brain is mush… seriously, it feels numb. So please forgive any typos or nonsense sentences in the following.

Surgery Day

My Status: Feeling pretty good
Mood: Determined
Surgery day started dark and early … the alarm woke us at 04:30.

Next Step Surgery

My Status: Tired
Mood: Cheery
I haven’t posted for a while because of the holidays, but now that they are past, it’s time to give you the latest updates. I saw my doc on the 30th …

Cycle 2, Day 3 – Hydration

My Status: Feeling okay
Mood: Good mood in progress
Today was pretty smooth, only 4 hours (supposedly 3 hours per my scheduled times, but we’ve had to throw the general time frames out with me).

Cycle 2, Day 2 – Chemo

My Status: Tired
Mood: Doing better
Another long one today, although we did manage to skip the whole allergic reaction thing. That is a huge positive.

Being Curly and Blessed

My Status: Feeling Good
Mood: Fabulous
This may be a short post (but knowing me, it won’t be) A few days ago, I talked about getting my hair chopped off because it has become quite bushy and out of control

Day of Rest

My Status: Rested
Mood: Good
Sleep has been accomplished. And not only the drugged variety, which was interrupted by several trips during the night to excrete the extra fluids I’ve been carrying around, but this afternoon I had a honest-to-goodness, natural sleep, nap.

Chemo Cycle 1, Day 2

My Status: Overall good day.
Mood: Cheerful
Apparently this cycle of chemo treatment is going to have the theme of bump in the road followed by a successful treatment where I’m still dealing with it fine. The bump in the road is characterized by the picture for this piece. And anyone who knows my family has NO trouble identifying the she in the graphic.

Chemo Cycle 1, Day 1

My Status: Overall good day.
Mood: Cheerful
Today started off after an unusual, but completely welcomed, good night sleep—only to be followed by the first bump in the journey. I’ll talk about the bump after the chemo update, but suffice it to say that it rocked me harder than I expected.

The Change in Diagnosis

I doubt I will posting quite this often once we get into things, but I figured I should probably get this one out while I still had a few minutes before lastminuteitis sets in and I’m running all over the place trying to remember all the stuff I need to get done. Because tomorrow that will be me… without a doubt.