Chemo day! I am officially halfway through with the, Red Devil. After that, I move onto another chemo for 12 rounds, which in boxing terms means I lasted the entire fight! AND considering I will have already done 4 rounds with the Red Devil, I’ll go ahead and predict a unanimous decision as Katie as the winner. Insert Rocky music into your head.
While we’re on the subject of metaphors (yes, I google searched the definition to make sure I wasn’t mixing up metaphor and smilie), did you know my chemo drugs are called cocktails? WTF? Were a bunch of scientists sitting around one day and said, “hey, these are pretty extreme drugs, let’s give it a name to make someone want it.” I can tell you from my experience, this is not a ‘cocktail’ I crave. I know I like red wine, but not Red Devil. BIG difference.
I’m feeling alright again after #2. Filled up on water all day and zoned out with my ipad at the center. Still the youngest in the room. Currently sitting in my recliner resting for the rest of the day. Tomorrow will be more resting when the contraption on my arm injects me with healthy white blood cells and I await the headaches and muscle aches.
One positive thing about today was that I was able to meet someone I’ve connected with on this journey. She started her own charity organization while she also sat in a cancer center winning her boxing match, unanimously. Her name is Joy which makes it so fitting that her charity is called Bringing Joy, www.bringingjoy.org. She selflessly creates care packages for anyone going through breast cancer and drops off these packages at cancer centers to be passed out to patients. Amazing. She scheduled her delivery today around my appointment so that we could meet. Grateful for these connections, yet saddened that breast cancer is what brought us together.
Finally, jumping around on you now, I wanted to share that I have officially started to lose my hair. I was washing my hair on Monday and my scalp felt super sensitive and tender. Like, you know if you sleep with your hair parted in an odd spot, and then when you try to fix it you feel like your head is tender? Anyone? Anyone? Anyways, I pulled my hands down from my head and sure enough, hair.
Hair, hair, everywhere.
On my hands, on the floor,
even on the shower door.
Emotions set in at the moment. Just another reality check of what’s happening and what’s to come. Then I put on my big girl panties, literally because I just told you I was in the shower-duh, and just accepted my next story in my life. Am I sad? Of course. Will it weaken me? Fu@k No! Plus, I did finally pick up my wig, for when I feel like wearing a wig. Otherwise I’ll be in scarfs and hats. Gotta protect my melon!
Thank you again to everyone for the thoughts and well wishes. I’m doing good, head shaving probably in the near future. For right now, I’m going to pee (flush twice), rest, drink water and repeat. Make your mammogram appointment or make sure your loved one has made theirs.