Interlude

Well, I definitely didn't have facing down another terrifying diagnosis on my new year's resolutions, but here we are still in January, and I guess that's what I've already done. Thankfully, this one is quicker to kick! 🙏  I was unusually run down after my 8th chemo session last week, didn't make it into work last Sunday and didn't feel like I was bouncing back Monday & Tuesday like I usually do. I just attributed it to a rough chemo week, but then I woke up Wednesday morning with the symptoms of a head cold. Dr. Moore ran my labs and it was obvious I was fighting off an infection. She called off chemo, suspected I had covid (which I've never yet had) and told me that if I did, chemo would have to wait 21 days before resuming. I went home despondent and anxiously awaited my covid results. While the afternoon passed by, I started to notice I was feeling worse and worse. I went to lay down on my bed and really felt like there was no way I could get back u

  January is starting to feel like such a slog, but that's not unusual even under the best conditions. Although I've loved the mildness of this winter, the lack of sunshine is definitely getting to me. It was wonderful to see blue skies yesterday, and I got out for an extra long walk in the crispy sunshine. My stamina is pretty good for flat walking, but even one flight of stairs can leave me feeling breathless. Chemo comes with an array of so many odd side effects: skin rashes, tingly toes, a metallic taste in my mouth that makes it feel like it's bleeding, fuzzy brain cells, iffy stomach, dehydration, an odd mix of fatigue and insomnia (though acupuncture helps a lot), and of course, being bald. I hate being without hair as much as I feared I would. Even with everything else going on, it's definitely my number one chief complaint. I still have my eyelashes though, thinning but not gone. I really hope I hang on to them! 🙏 Through the slog, I'm trying to be "g