Saturday, February 28, 2009

The Neverending Cold...and bronchitis

Billy is sick with a nasty cold. He's coughing like crazy, has been all day. When I think back to when we all first started passing colds around, I find it pretty damn humorous that my wonderful husband went on quarantine for a week to keep me from getting sick. Hah! Didn't work with the little germ factory I have running around the house.

Jackie has bronchitis. She's pretty messed up and this appears to be an offshoot from her walking pneumonia from a month ago. She's on another round of antibiotics. The cough this time isn't as painful - she cried every time she coughed before. This is more of a sloppy cough. Jackie was an absolute champ at the Doc's office this morning.

I am enjoying my radiaton break this weekend. I'm more of a home body than just about anyone else I know. I don't like running errands or chugging all over the place just to be busy (or even to get stuff done). This rushing to grab Stef from school then bee-lining to radiaton sucks. I think I'm going to reschedule it to earlier on the days that I have just Steffie.

Am sore, am swelling. My doctor is a good guy. He thinks some of this is because I got my implants filled just a few weeks ago. He suggested that I get a washcloth as cold as possible and place it over my chest for 5 minutes. Oh yea, sure, it's freaking FREEZING! I figured out a way around this. I get into the shower, get warm, then make the washcloth cold in the sink. I let out a screech but at least the back half of me stays warm :o)

We might have some measurable snow tomorrow. I want my kids to be able to sled. Hell, I might even sled with them.

Friday, February 27, 2009

NO METS! NO METS! NO METS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mom rocks.

Latest PET scan shows everything - as in EVERYTHING - resolved except for one measly 1 cm tumor in her lung. Nodes are clean, LIVER is clean. Kicking ass and taking names :)

See? See Armand - you can do this! Sue, you can too. Deb too! All of us can. It's positive outcomes like Mom's that give me hope for all of us.

Imagine being a caregiver, whether it's a doctor or nurse, who has to administer chemo or radiation to a cancer patient. Imagine living this day in, and day out, every day. What makes these people devote their lives to cancer?

I can say right now is that I am eternally thankful that our doctor did.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Jedi Knights, Darth Vader and Radiation

I decided to name the techies at radiation something special, just like I named the phlebotomists at the oncologist's office vampires.

After much debate (not really, a rad session only takes 6 minutes) I decided they are Jedis. From Star Wars. I mentioned in an earlier post that the machines in the radiation room were like a space station. It seemed appropriate.

So I have two nice Jedis that mess with me every day. It really takes longer to change and be positioned on the table from hell than it does to be zapped. With lasers (not really, but that is how I see them). I expect Darth Vader to come walking in the door any minute. Or wait a minute! Maybe Dr. A should be Darth Vader. I'll have to run that by him :)

Got another cold. Lucky me. Jackie's sick again so I didn't stand a chance. I'm watching her closely for signs of the walking pneumonia again. I'm worried but she has no rumbling in her chest. It's just been a month since she was diagnosed. Adults with walking pneumonia sometimes take a few months to recover--wonder why that's different for little kids...

I read alot of blogs each day and all of them seem way deeper than mine. I guess I'm trying to focus so much on the funnier things that happen each day. Humor has been a balm to all of us through this mess. Sometimes I do pull out the princess card and whine but I try not to do it that much. I'm chronicling events with this blog but also the very important things that my kids do that I don't want to forget. And chemo makes one SO forgetful.

It could also be because I write regular articles everyday that I tend to go out on a tangent here. That makes sense to me. Some of my freelance works include template-like, formula writing. It's not boring, jsut predictable. And my blog isn't obviously :)

Steffie's in the dog house again. Jackie was there but she's had a good week. Duke sucks. Gary Williams is THE MAN!! Obama's budget has me scared to death. I'm still looking for my bailout and dammit - I can't find it anywhere!

Done for now.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009


I have to post this.
Jackie just got her first paper cut.
Paper cuts are called "paper bleeds."
Blood is "that red stuff that lives inside you."

:( <--- this sad face is at Jackie's order because she's crying...


Radiation is like being inside a space lab. It's all angles and funky big machines that move all over the place. Computer monitors and static-filled voices hang out on the edges of my awareness. And whoever created the table must've been a masochist. It's so uncomfortable I need help to get off the table. A lifetime of back problems makes me the official gimp - now on a daily basis.

I'm digging on the piped-in music. It's not even elevator music it's so mellow. Sometimes there are sounds like rain or the ocean, which I like better since I have the sound machine running at night to drown out the sounds of the cats romping around the house. I hit my zen place after the technicians finishing fussing with me. It's pretty cool. Today the beams ran for 30, 27, 18, 28, 9 and 36 seconds. I'm gonna count the seconds each day. Can you believe I remembered the numbers? I might faint!!! I said repeated Hail Mary's yesterday to keep the panic under control. It's hard not to move at all and the machines are scary. I'm worried about what it's doing to my bones, is it nuking the stray cancer cells, will my skin peel, etc.

I'm gonna be a good patient!

Radiation is uncomfortable because of the position I have to be placed in. Imagine the Statue of Liberty with the right bent arm above her head. And her head turned as far up and left as possible until the neck is completely extended. Work with me here. Try this position out and then hold it for 20 minutes :o)

No pain yet. That's the unpredictable part of treatment. But I will say that it was extremely uplifting to see a woman yesterday who completed her final treatment.

5 weeks from now I'm done - hot damn!!

It is bizarre though because while I know it's too early to have any affects, I feel something on my right side. It's like I feel my ribs more. It could just be from having my bad arm raised way above my head in an unnatural contortion for 20 minutes. It's silly to think my ribs feel weaker after just two sessions but I'm currently being a panic princess.

Got good news from my Doc yesterday. I have 30 sessions instead of the 33 I originally thought. Can you believe they actually reduced something in this cancer nightmare? I almost fell out of my chair. (MOM, I forgot to tell you this!! Sorry!!)

So rad 2 of 30 is behind me.

I expect you all to practice the Statue of Liberty position and get back to me about the crick in your neck :)

Monday, February 23, 2009

Ya'll need some Clyde pictures

Clyde being a sunshine hog. O'malley is in the back of the picture.

Clyde discovers the dryer (yes, PETA, I know this is no place for a kitty)

Clyde using Herschel the baby doll for a pillow.

Clyde...all tucked in for a long winter's nap.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

My Terps beat North Carolina!!

Maryland has struggled this year as a team without an inside presence. Our tallest guy is 6'6" and we've had some appalling losses. Our shooting is unpredictable and every guy on the team seems to be off his shot when everyone else is too. The highlight has been some incredible free throw shooting, on the off chance we get to the line. In ACC play, Maryland doesn't get many breaks from the referees, even on the home court.

Our coach, Gary Williams, has been bashed by the fans who've asked for his head on a platter since we've missed the NCAAs 4 times in the last 5 years. An all-out media war between Gary and our not-so-nice AD, Debbie Yow, played out in the Baltimore Sun a little over a month ago. Airing dirty laundry and false accusations despite our President's request that Yow and her minions keep their mouths shut. It got nasty. And Gary did what Gary does the best - he pulled his players close with a "Us against the world" mentality and out came a team to be reckoned with.

Right after this fiasco, Maryland beat Miami and I called that a righteous win. It showed these kids can fight against adversity in the form of tensions within the AD department and a public flogging in the Washington Post. The Miami win made my year. As far as I was concerned, these guys had a successful season because they held their heads up, supported each other, and backed their coach 100 percent. And one guard, Greivis Vasquez, stood out of the crowd in his support of Gary Williams.

Now I know this is my breast cancer blog and this has nothing to do with that. But it does. I love basketball. I'm one of the few chicks on Helium that writes basketball articles to explain everything from how to increase vertical leap to expansion of the tournament. I follow recruiting (Lance Stephenson - you don't want to be at Kansas or UCLA - come here - WE LOVE YOU!!!) I'm thrilled that a potential MD player shattered a backboard in a high school game last week and it made the ESPN #2 highlight. This is nirvana for me :)

Greivis (aka the General) is from Venezuela. Tonight I saw his home country's flag in the crowd and I knew he had arrived. TV didn't do the gesture justice. Greivis had a breakout, incredible game tonight. His first triple double of 35 points, 11 boards, and 10 assists (sue, I know you realize the phenomal feat this really was).

He's one of just a few who've scored so many points and had a trible double against a top ranked team. Truly an amazing accomplishment for a kid who's struggled with acceptance this year. If we are lucky, we'll have this tremendous player back with us next year. He bleeds Terp red just like Juan Dixon did. What a kid! He's been bashed for his emotional play but that's what makes him unique and so like Gary.

Take happy and multiple it by 10. The whole world is perfect when my Terps win. Especially against UNC. Every year for the past 3 years, we've thunked a ranked North Carolina on our home court. It's sweet!

I want to add a shout out to Scott Van Pelt of ESPN even though I know he'll never see this. This great Terp put together some serious Terp highlight footage that I've been watching over and over again on ESPN. And he called Greivis Senor Huevos :) Love it, just love it!!

What a day! What a great day for us Terps. Will we make it to the tournament? Who knows?Do I care right now, not really.

Next up, Duke on Wednesday. They better beware of the General.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Gearing up for radiation

Tomorrow I have my final planning appointment before I start radiation on Monday. They'll be taking an x-ray of me and my wonderful marks to finalize my radiation program. I go for my first session on Monday and I'm worried. I'm cursed with wonderfully sensitive skin.

I've got these ticks marks all over me (see X-marks the spot post). And lucky me, I'm allergic to the henna used to help keep these marks in place throughout my treatment. So I visited the radiation technician on Wednesday to have them assess this situation. At first, we thought I might be having my typical allergic reaction to the little bits of hypoallergenic tape covering my marks. The tape was removed and the technicians darkened the tick marks but left the tape off. It's still itching, even a day later. I don't know if this is because of the new application of henna or the chapped, raised rash from before. All I do know is that they itch. Alot!

I don't want permanent tattoos so I begged for alternatives. The tech decided that since I'm going to be there every day, we'll see if I keep reacting to the henna. If I don't, great. If I do, then they'll use a sharpie marker every single day during the week to darken the marks. I'll have to be careful over the weekends when I don't have treatments so the marks don't wash off. But finally, FINALLY, I got my way in something. Take that Murphy!!

So Monday is my day. I'm really afraid of radiation. I've kinda gotten used to be being more comfortable here :) I'm not looking forward to sunburned-feeling skin but I guess a girl had to do what she's gotta do.

I'm very fond of turtle necks and crew neck sweaters right now to hide all these marks, especially the one at my neckline :)

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Hat Ear

Yea, you read that right, H-A-T E-A-R.

By definition, hat ear occurs when the ears are compressed against the head, causing pain in the upper and middle portions of the ear. This malady often occurs in chemo patients who wear hats pulled down over their ears to hide hair loss. Hat ear pain can last for hours after hat removal. Much like bent ear syndrome, hat ear can make the ears sensitive to the touch.

Remedies for Hat Ear:
  • Don't wear a hat.
  • Wear baseball caps and to hell with your bald head.
  • Wear do-rags and scarves.
  • Use a 3-nch wide elastic headband to protect the ears.
  • Wigs.

This goofiness has been rolling around in my head all day as I've been writing more serious articles on all-natural teeth care and life skills management type stuff. I do have a mild case of hat ear at the moment because I sometimes forget to wear my headband. Next to my soft cotton caps, that headband is my best purchase.

This might seem like a goofy blog post but this blog keeps track of not only how I'm feeling but also my ideas for my book. Having a chronological record helps as a journal and I try to include any epiphany-type tips that strike my fancy.

I do want to share another one with anyone reading this. I was trolling on the net the other day, looking for ideas for a mom-fashion article. I came across a great site with a tip to help soothe dry chapped skin. Got that here - thanks evil chemo!

So I jumped at this solution. Grab a microwaveable bowl and squirt some of your favorite lotion into the bowl. Pop it into the microwave for 10 seconds and rub it into your hands. The warm lotion is comfortably soothing. So I told my Mom about this, told Sue and I've still yet to try it on myself :) My hands are so dry that my knuckles cracked open when I bumped them against the plastic laundry basket.

Cancer patient tips are done for the day.

Drop a check in the mail, willya ;)

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Movin on Up!

This tired thing is really getting to me although I have to admit, I've had some seriously yummy naps. Yesterday, I decided to drag everyone outside to pick up all the sticks around the yard that fell from the trees during the high winds we've had the last few days. Luckily, nothing significant hit the house (gusts to 50 at times - yikes!)

Bill and I never prepped any of the gardens for winter. When I think back, what was I doing in October? Chemo and soreness. Seems to be how I've spent most of the winter. I love my gardens and they've definitely been neglected. Other than getting all the leaves up last fall and getting in trouble from the surgeons for using my leaf blower, I did nothing outside to put all the plants to sleep.

We took care of some of that yesterday. Trimming and pulling, neatening up the gardens in preparation for planting in May. It was really a mess. Five trashcans later, we dealt with the smaller sticks, trimmed the hydrangeas, and generally just cleaned up all the dead plants in the garden. Surprisingly, it only took about an hour.

I'm not sore today! Yay! And I do think it made a great difference in the level of my soreness on the right side, which hasn't been happy since the fill up of my implant. I need my range of motion back before I start radiation so I'll be something along these lines every day. It works! And icing it too. This is really the least sore that I've felt in 2 weeks!

I have a final planning appointment on Friday and then I start chemo on the 23rd. My health insurance nurse told me to be cautious of anemia and brittle bones during radiation. I need to check with my doc on this. I'm still not googling anything.

I don't feel stressed or worried. I think we've made good choices and that I've done what I'm supposed to do to make this go away. Hell, it doesn't get more radical than giving up both boobs to this monster. And 8 months so far of my life.

I wonder if I'll have to figure out my new definition of "normal?" So far, when I go down from this, I just pick up where I left off, doing stuff, writing, being Mom and wife. It's working for me, at least right now.

Saturday, February 14, 2009



Thursday, February 12, 2009

X marks the spot (and Mom)

I went for my first radiation planning visit today. It was incredibly cool. I was placed on a CAT scan table with this inflatable, bead filled cushion behind my shoulders (imagine a pillow about 1/2 times the size of a bed pillow). The technician (named Yolanda - she's not a vampire) moved and maneuvered me for close to 15 minutes to create as smooth a surface from shoulder to breast as possible. She made these Xs on my chest with this stinky henna pen that smelled alot like an overpowered sharpie marker.

Then I was slid into the CAT scan machine for a series of soft tissue scans to create the basis for the computerized radiation plan. Dr. A will take these images and create a computerized program for my radiation treatments. Hell if I really know how he does it but I was told that my case is complicated so he needs a week to analyze what he'll do. Next Friday, they'll take regular X-rays to transpose with my soft tissues images to create a computerized "me."

So I have these Xs all over me, kinda like the latitude and longitude marks of a map. Two in the center (and the base of my neck and at my sternum and one on each side). These are my regisitration points that are used for reference with the multiple images as well as for treatments.

Now these things aren't really attractive at all. I'm gonna be the crew-neck sweater/sweatshirt chickie for the next 7 weeks. But I hope this fries any little remaining cancer cells like an overcooked 'smores marshmallow.

So today I got a mold of me in a funky, uncomfortable position and some Xs. It was quite a day.

Went from radiation to see Mom at the hospital for chemo. It was good to see my nurses, the volunteers, and to be with Mom. I made her a yummy lunch and we visited for a short time. I thought I'd have a hard time handling being there but ya know? What doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger.

I'll be able to help her now and she can't give me any lip because I've been there, and done that. I know what she's supposed to be doing after chemo so I can be "Bad Cop" to Dad's good cop. I know you're reading this Mom so I'm warning you - none of your sass :)

I do have to post that Dad was appropriately outraged that I addressed his penchant for drama on my blog. He grumbled to Mom about it. Then during our visit, he proceeded to bang his head into a hanging plant two times with excessive drama. See what I mean? He can grumble all he wants but he really does do drama all day, every day.

Dad's receiving a flag in a week or so that's been flown over the Iwo Jima Memorial for a month to honor his service in the Marines. I'm very proud of his service and his comittment to the service even now 50 years later. We'll all be attending this presentation ceremony on the 23rd at the Memorial. Wouldn't miss it for the world!

Still so tired that I want to scream and having some trouble being motivated. Got that unique whiplash feeling from port removal and a sore back from hanging out on the hard CAT scan table for so long. It's so nice to be able to take Tylenol again! I'm only slightly dippy on that stuff. Chemo brain is so real and a complete nuisance. I need to make notes of my notes to keep track of my notes.

Be well everyone.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The State of the Nation

Not really, but that's a dramatic title, isn't it?

It's really the "State of Me" but I'm going for drama here. I've learned from the master (my father) and I'm coached daily on the drama routine from my girls :)

I had my mediport out yesterday as an outpatient procedure. I'm pretty sore but more than anything, this feels like real progress down the road to putting this behind me. It's amazing how many times Jackie bumped her little head against my mediport and how much it hurt. I've got a cut on top of an existing cut. So my scars will have scars. Peachy.

The implant has reached "equilibrium" which means it isn't losing any more fluid. It's reached it's happy place. So we're leaving it alone for now and since the failed implant is on the left side, I got the Doc's promise that if it goes flat like a popped tire, he'll replace it regardless of when or where I am in my radiation regimen. That's all I really wanted.

I'm tired all the time now which is why I haven't been updating the blog much. Chemo does make a person so tired even 3 weeks after it's all done. I was hoping to perk up by now. I guess anesthesia thrown into the mix isn't helping a whole lot either.

But guess what? I can take Tylenol now. I haven't been able to take anything that might mask a fever for months. As a result, Tylenol works really well now.

I've got my planning for radiation scheduled for tomorrow and a visit to the vampires for my final blood draw until halfway through radiation. Baby steps but progress all the same.

Back to the state of the nation. I do have a comment about that. I am greatly disturbed by this article and the ramifications for everyone in tenuous positions of health. I don't like the big brother concept of it all. I'm told by friends in the know that this article misinterprets the entire presentation of the health care provisions in the stimulus bill. Somehow, I doubt that. If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, etc...

Friday, February 6, 2009

The Complaint Department is Open

Today was a rotten day.

I had my mediport removal scheduled and when I saw the surgeon, he decided that I was upset enough about everything to wait until I could be completely knocked out on Tuesday morning for the removal. It seems he's also concerned that since the mediport was so hard to put in originally, it might be best to do it in the outpatient surgery center. I have these vivid memories of the back of my head covered with dried blood. Mediports can be stubborn, as mine was. What should have taken 1/2 hour ended up taking 3 hours. There's a post somewhere back in September about that whiplash nightmare.

So outpatient surgery, here I come! I'm all for that, thanks so much!

So that's scheduled Tuesday for very early in the morning. That should be fun, as will Jackie waking up to no Mommy and Daddy. She'll have Mimi here and if I know my baby, she'll be a princess and behave perfectly for Mom.

Why am I complaining? It's the implant. I just can't believe that I am having such a hard time getting anyone to listen to me. I want it swapped out for a new temporary implant. It won't hold enough fluid to match the right side. It's squishy and sloshy. I know I'm gonna end up waiting 5 months for this, I know it. I just don't understand why it's so hard to fathom that I just don't want to have my boobs mistmatched for months and months.

The surgeon even called the plastic surgeon to try to, as he put it "tag team" my issues on Tuesday. We were told to meet with the plastic surgeon on Tuesday afternoon. How am I supposed to do that? I'll be a mess from the mediport removal. I feel like throwing some dishes.

Breast cancer takes everything that you are, throws it on the floor and stomps on it. Nothing is routine anymore, nothing is calm, nothing is normal. Everything is a freaking crisis - so much can go wrong. I'm just so angry right now.

I cried my way home from the Doc after yelling at Bill because no one is listening to me. I can't have anything done once I start radiation so it needs to happen right now in this little window of time. And yet I have to wait for a Tuesday appointment when my surgeon had the man on the phone and Bill did too. If my plastic surgeon didn't formerly head up the BC reconstructive unit at Hopkins, I'd find another one.

I'm seriously hoping he is mistakenly thinking I'm having radiation on the left side and that's why he's so concerned about healing. It seems unbelievably stupid to put me out once on Tuesday for a mediport removal then another time to replace my leaking implant.

The whole point of filling up these implants was to stretch my skin for radiation. Guess what? They don't fix the left, they can deflate the right one too. Makes me want to bang my head on a table.

You wanna talk gross? I can feel the bubbling on occasion right below my sternum. Feels like there are bugs crawling under my skin.

I can't for the life of me understand why women get implants when they have no reason to.

What else can I complain about?

I'm tired. Way tired. Way more tired than I was last week. It's starting to make me mad. I had the perfect day with no kids yesterday to write, write, write, and I slept, slept, slept. And then slept some more from 9:30 on. Today I cried so much I ended up exhausted and took a nap from 4:30-6:30. Wonder if I'll make it to 10 p.m. tonight.

Steffie has officially driven me up the wall with arguing about everything under the sun. She finally ended up in timeout for an hour after school and writing "I will not argue anymore with anyone" 50 times. I heard contrition in her voice this time, I hope. I hope it sticks or I'm taking things away seriously. She's totally taking advantage of me in my weakened state here. It's either wash her mouth out with soap for being so argumentative or take away things. For some unknown reason, she thinks we're running a democracy in this house. Isn't that funny?

Maybe I ought to throw some dishes just to get everyone's attention? Except then I'd be mad if my set only had 6 or 5 plates inside of 8. Damn my logical brain.

I'm not a happy camper right now.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


I'm trying to get my creative juices flowing this morning and what better way to do that than updating my blog?

See the blog title? That's what this post will be about.

The ins and out of post mastectomy boobs.

Someone's gotta do it!

After chemo is finished, once the blood counts return to normal, it's time to get the temporary implants filled. I had all these crazy ideas in my head and worked myself into a high state of nerves and tears yesterday. Blood counts in the morning would confirm whether I could have my first filling of my implants in the afternoon. Counts were okay and I was in the clear.

Aside: It's typical to fill temporary implants before radiation starts to stretch the skin. Radiation removes some of the skin's elasticity. Fill the boobs and the skin is stretched a little more, see?

Bill and I went to the plastic surgeons office for my filling. He checked me carefully and said he suspects the left implant has a hole. Just great. When did it happen? Probably with the installation of my mediport. Dr. S decided to fill them anyway. So I expected this to hurt like the dickens and it did. But it was really cool.

Using a "stud finder," the Doc searches for the valve under the skin. It actually has a magnet on it so this little stud finder (with another magnet) attracts the port magnet and he makes a mark. This huge vial of saline with the needle from hell is injected into the valve and tada! Filled up tatas!

The procedure only took about 10 minutes max and I was out the door. Later on in the day, since I had taken an oxycodone for pain, I was extremely sleepy and crashed on the sofa. I do think there is some kind of leak in the left implant. It's not as firm as the right but then, due to the lymph nodes missing on the right side, I do swell alot more over there. Leave it to me to have a popped implant - Murphy's Law again.

I'm sore today but not as sore as yesterday. I have to keep up with my exercises to make sure I have as much range of motion as possible before radiation.

I did get some news yesterday that bugs me, somewhat. It looks like no final reconstruction will happen for at least 2-3 months after I finish radiation because of the sensitive skin issue. This takes me into the middle of the summer. However, I did find out that my temporary implants can last for years so I'm not in a rush. I just can't imagine what it will be like to not have someone poking at me all the time. Of course, I have no idea how a leaky implants figures into the scheme of things.

One somewhat flat boob and one expanded is not my idea of a good time.

Feels quite weird to have a chest again, even if it's a barely B cup.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Groundhog Day

Life gets into a distinct pattern with chemo. Chemo patients live in cycles defined by feeling poorly right after treatment to reaching a point of "wellness" the few days right before the next treatment. Such is the case with my final chemo.

I knew, I KNEW, I was low in the white blood cell count department last week. I felt like crap the whole first week of chemo, which is normal except I had my stuffy nose, cold thing AGAIN. So my visit last Tuesday to the doc for blood counts was a complete repeat of the one 3 weeks before.

Get blood drawn...WBC counts are 1.6...Vampire: "You gotta see Dr. K"...Me "Don't want to"...Same room, same blood pressure machine, same chair, Bill in the same chair...wait 45 minutes...Dr. K comes in and says the exact same thing..."We need to put you on antibiotics"...Me: "Can I go home now?"


Hence, my groundhog day reference.

If I didn't know better, I would swear some evil soul stuffed a cold germ into my bag of chemo. Twice now. 5/6 and 6/6 = a cold that won' go away for 2 weeks.

Bill's take on all this is that my body has reached the point where chemo and me don't agree anymore. That's just fine by me. I have great anger at that evil liquid in a bag.

I don't even care what the stinking ground hog did today. I'm living it.