one of the side effects of chemotherapy is the severely impacted sense of taste. it’s not that i can’t taste foods, it’s that foods taste wrong — bitter and/or metallic. i no longer enjoy one of my favorite pastimes — eating – which is not such a bad thing. and 2 of my best and closest friends (Ben & Jerry) are no longer talking to me because i told them that their ice-cream (all their flavors are my favorites, by the way) tastes AWFUL lately. on the ever present bright side? thank you Taxotere and Carboplatin for kicking the shit out of cancer cells. :) i will tolerate this for a few more months… :)
…just know that happiness and love are all around you, all the time, even when things get overwhelming or beyond our control.
Yes. He is indeed: the bomb. the bees knees. and the cat’s meow.
Fluffy: still the gatekeeper of who gets on the bed (including humans); Scout: trying to hide from Fluffy behind the blanket (and by closing his eyes); Boo: you’re screwed (the “kitten” and not pictured here because the gatekeeper won’t let him on the bed).
thinking of my mom who continues to fight ovarian cancer (18+ years) with quiet dignity and strength ♥. she is my inspiration, my heroine and my cheerleader. i am thankful to be wearing her genes, get it? genes?! :)
Keeping it real!
For those of you this bothers, keep scrolling! For the rest of you, I know you’re curious as to what’s under the hats and bangs. 2 down, with 4 to go (with chemo (attacks cancer) in them) and then, after surgery and reconstruction, continue one or two of the 2 antibody drugs for an additional 9 months, through my port (antibody drugs kills the hormones and protein – HER2). Remember, I got this!! ❤❤ — at Saint Francis Cancer Center.
Today marks December 7th my 2nd chemo treatment. Sabine has decided to spend the entire day with me today and I’m very happy about that. My mom won’t be able to come because she has a little fever running and she doesn’t want me to get sick; I can appreciate that. I’m feeling really good. Sabine and I played cards and looked through magazines and chit chatted most of the day. When Elaine saw me wearing one of my hats she asked if I would, for her, cut my hair as short as possible because it’s really all falling out and it starts to look really gross and kind of scary.
I ended up finishing at the treatment center at 2:30 which was very nice so Sabine decided to bring me home letting Frank work a little longer. We stopped at Marshalls and I got myself another nice hat and a little skirt and a sweater. When we got home Kelly was home but Jen was already at the barn. We decided that I would take a warm hot tub and then they would cut my hair together. So I got in the tub and washed and kind of pulled through as much as long hair I could and then Sabine cut the rest. Kelly was really good she got a fishing net and scooped up all the loose hair from the tub. I now definitely have to wear hats.
Like this one…