Sometimes no news is good news. I’m still feeling well, even after chemo treatment 7 and 8. Number 8 was this morning and that marks the official half-way to the end of chemotherapy. I’m grateful that I’m still hanging in there with minimal side effects. Woo-hoo!!! Every once in a while I’ll feel nausea, but it’s very minor, so I don’t need to pop zofran. Below is Chemo #7 and a stubborn Millie that didn’t want me to leave.

Since my last blog, I’m still out and about not letting this define me or drag me down. Had a girls night out in a sunflower patch at Tom’s Farm in Huntley. Beautiful night, amazing company, nice music and snacks and drinks.

Now for the nitty gritty truth of my journey at this stage. I have not lost weight, in fact I’ve gained weight. Shoot. I blame it on the fact that I haven’t necessarily lost my appetite, but working out has pretty much been suspended. Could I try to work out more? Sure I could, but if someone were to say that to me, I’d probably cut them. Seriously though, I do my best workouts if someone is in front of me pushing me. Not online, not with someone sending me exercises to do (so please don’t). I loved Orange Theory, but with these uncomfortable expanders in my chest (holding a seat for squishy breasts later) I can’t really lift weights, or utilize the rowing machine. As for push-ups, forget about it. I’m set for life on never doing those again. I should get my ass on my super expensive clothes hanger, aka Peloton. It’s been so hot, so that’s my excuse for not going outside and walking. Honestly, I constantly feel on the go, it’s just not burning the calories. As for other debbie-downers, I’ve also pretty much lost all of my eye lashes and eye brows. I feel like a clown painting on a face every morning, just to feel more feminine. I’m doing my best. Eye lashes are the saddest part for me. Ever try those magnetic eyelashes? I did. Not really a fan. How in the hell does someone have a steady enough hand to put that shit on? Poked my eyeball multiple times and ran the liner up the middle of lid when I had to sneeze. Then you “gracefully” put the lashes on and magically they magnetize. Not so much. Take two. Take three. Got it. An hour later they’re half off. Fuck it. Looked into getting lash extensions, but they attach to natural lashes. Shit. Guess I’ll go back to the drawing board (store) and maybe try eye glue.

Finally, the latest update… There is peach fuzzy popping up on my head. Hell yeah!!! It looks a little silly, but baby steps to getting hair back, I’ll take it. I didn’t realize hair could grow back while still going through chemotherapy, but maybe it’s because the new med is not as aggressive as bitch Red Devil. Picture below to show it all, or it’s not really happening…

Thank you everyone for following me on this journey. I appreciate the comments, texts and check-ins on me. What makes all of this worth it though is hearing from those of you that have scheduled your mammograms or gotten your mammogram. Remember to take care of yourself. You likely schedule all the doctor appointments for everyone else and put yourself last. Don’t. Shit, you need your health so you can continue to take care of every’s doctor appointments. What would they do?!?! Grab those titties, then let a Dr. grab them.