Just checkin' in...

A lot of folks have been asking how I'm doing so I thought I'd post a blog update and let you know what's going on. You may recall that my Onc is giving me an extra week inbetween chemo dose #1 and #2 so that I can heal up from all the crap I went to the hospital for a week ago. This is really cool because I'm feeling really good and instead of one good week, I feel like I'm getting two. I feel fine right now - everything seems back to "normal."

Let me tell ya something about chemo. It really screws you up. Not only does it make you physically sick but it drains you emotionally. When I was sick, it was REALLY hard for me to smile or laugh. I remember I cried a lot and this is unusual for me. But I would pretty much be sitting there and then I'd think of something and the tears would just start to fall. It was so strange. I was begining to think I was depressed and needed anti-depressants or something! But now that I feel better and I'm having my "good week" I'm not like that at all. I'm laughing and smiling like nothing happened. So if I see you during the "sick phase" and you make me cry - don't panic.

I met with my PS today about the expanders. You may recall that I WANTED THEM TAKEN OUT ASAP BECAUSE THEY'RE DRIVING ME INSANE. She told me that the pain is most likely coming from the surgical scars and swollen tissue - not the expanders at all. To prove it she pressed on them and lo and behold I didn't really feel it. So instead of taking them out, she added another 60 cc's of saline to each expander. I feel fine. She told me that I'm sore in the morning because I'm laying flat and all the blood is settling in the area and I get swollen, etc.. So I felt better after I left her office and I've decided to just live with the discomfort. And no, they didn't blow up like balloons when she added the saline. 'Cause Jim was watching and said they didn't. (Jim wants me to get squeakers in my foobs. *ronk RONK!*)

I have another Onc appt next Tuesday (which also happens to be me and Jim's 9th wedding anniversary). I'll probably have chemo dose #2 the next day and be sick over the weekend of the 12th. The nausea may be cut down this time. I got some really expensive drugs ($100 a pill!) to combat the nausea. Don't worry - my insurance co-pay was only $20! Speaking of which, my bathroom has turned into a pharmacy. I have so many bottles of drugs that I have to write on the cap in black marker what they are. For example, my Ambien (sleeping pills) are marked, "zzzz." Quick reference! (Well hey, YOU try reading all those bottles everyday!)

Anyway thanks to all of you guys for offering your support and just generally checking up on me. I'm totally digging all of this special treatment. I was watching Broken Stone last weekend at Marly's, and my friend's boyfriend actually stood at the bar for like an hour just to get me a water. So yeah, I've got lots of friends and family that are looking after me. :) Thank you, guys! *GROUP HUG*