Anticlimactic. That's the word I used with my oncologist to describe my last chemo treatment. Since June, my life has consisted of weekly blood tests, chemo, and an overall tired, beat up feeling. With my last chemo scheduled for next Friday, it will be so weird to have my life almost back to normal again. Will there be a party in the chemo suite? Should I bring cupcakes and cookies for all the wonderful nurses? How will I celebrate? The answer is, I probably won't celebrate. It will be like any other Friday. When the machine beeps, I will walk out of there and wish all of the nurses a great weekend. Only this time, I will not say see you next week. I will keep walking and hope never to come back.
I received a reply from the surgeon that will be doing my hysterectomy. She wants me to take a 2-3 month break after chemo before I go back into surgery. I was really hoping to get it done at Thanksgiving break, but now it looks like January. The bright side is I will get to enjoy the holidays, hopefully with some hair to keep my head warm!
On the hair note, hmmm...I am very anxious to see it grow back. I have some new hair growth, but most of it is WHITE! Peyton keeps trying to pick at it, saying that I have string stuck on my head. When I told her that it was hair, she called me an old lady. Of course, to her, only old ladies have white hair. My eyebrows are 98% gone. There are exactly 2 strands on my left side and 5 on my right side. My eyelashes are about 95% gone. Actually, I see lots of stubby roots if I look closely enough in the mirror, like it's trying to grow back. My nose hairs are 100% gone. All of it. Who knew those little nose hairs were so effective at keeping runny noses at bay. With no more nose hairs, my nose runs all the time. Ick.
Until next time friends. Here is to feeling better soon!
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