So far, chemo #2 has not wiped me out yet like the first. I would like to think me taking my nausea medications in a scheduled fashion has something to do with it. My good was actually getting to get out this morning and watch Parker play soccer. Parker had to be at the ball field this morning at 8:30 to get his t-ball uniform and participate in an opening ceremony. I missed that. No way I could be up that early....not like my old self. Poor Tim was left to get everything together this morning, including both boys. Pearce had a soccer game at 10. After I saw a photo of Parker in his uniform, I was determined to get up and get dressed and watch my babies play. Worse case scenario is I throw up around a lot of people. But, surprisingly, I felt o.k. Not great, by any means, but much better than the last time. When we got to the field, Pearce was DONE for the day. He was NOT going to play...AT ALL!!! So, he was sent home with my sister to take a nap and Parker stripped down and changed on the sidelines from t-ball uniform to soccer uniform. That is my boy!!! Then he went and got his mom a goal!!! I was so proud of him. He stepped up to help his team and had fun doing it. I AM SO GLAD I DID NOT MISS THAT!!!!
Well, the bad. Lets say I knew I was playing a time game with my hair. I am scheduled to have it cut back Tuesday. Well, I have a new stylist. His name is Tim Roberts. Just like my doctors warned, my hair was coming out in massive amounts this morning. Up until today, if I just touched it my hair would break off. Today, running my hands through my hair or a brush brought out a lot of hair. So, it was decided. Tim cut off my hair not to long ago. Fortunately, I just ordered 3 scarves on Wednesday and they arrived today. So, Parker cut my hair twice as well as Pearce cut my hair twice(with dad's assistance, of course). Then, Parker could not take it any more and it was just me and my loving husband. Tim told me over and over how beautiful I was for every tear that fell down my face. I knew the hair was going. It will come back. I just saw myself in the mirror and saw a woman with cancer. Cancer was staring me in the face....
I like to think in my sick way that I have not felt so bad from this chemo because I was going to have to deal with the emotional realizations of my disease. Give and take....As I write this, I am listening to the healing laughter of my children downstairs watching cartoons with my mom, step-dad, and sister. Always, surrounded by love. I am very lucky...hair or no hair. I am hoping to continue with this chemo being mild. I am now day 3 out of 7 for this second chemo. I can not wait until Thursday when I expect to have my full energy again. Until then, I will take care of myself and then those I love and enjoy the time I have with them in this amazing weather. Tomorrow is yard day...the boys can't wait to dig and plant. I AM FINE!!! I have cried and now am over it. I can't handle a pity party for too long. Now I have to figure out some styles with these new scarves. This should be interesting.....
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