Well, I have obviously been very neglectful lately. I planned on thoroughly document my ride through this ordeal, and find I haven't been very diligent. I have my last chemo treatment in two weeks and I am counting the days. It should have been last week, but I ran into complications so we are doing three weeks between treatments. That hasn't bothered me, I just after getting the job done. The neuropathy is back, so I am cold a lot. My legs have finally stopped hurting, so that is good. I'm still at the stage where I run out of breath quite easily. I think that is the one thing I am looking most forward to ending, it sure does take a toll on a body! My hair is starting to grow back, and weird me, I was kinda upset about that when I saw a picture of me with hair and thought: hey that doesn't look half bad. I know my husband is tired of a bald me, but the kids think it will look strange for me to have hair on my head again. I was able to go bald when it became a comfort issue. I got so hot with the wig on, even hats, that my youngest finally said it was okay for me to go "topless." Most of the kids don't understand that once you've lost your hair, you no longer have cancer, so they continually ask my son how I'm doing. A son of a friend did go home and ask his parents why I shaved my head, though.
The drug I'm on now is so much better than the first one. Sure, the physical discomfort is more, but the mind is a wonderful thing. I never can remember from one treatment to the next how painful the first few days after treatment are. All I know is that my mind is so much clearer with this stuff, which I think is wonderful.
I'm going to attempt to go bowling next week for my oldest's 15th birthday. I have no idea how successful I'll be, but I know I'll have fun!
