Ode to My Husband
Major life events such as being stuck as the caretaker for your sicko wife can tend to put quite a strain on a marriage (on top of being forced to quit smoking while you watch your wife go through rounds of tests and getting bad news on top of more bad news). The first month of all of this put both of us on an intense emotional roller coaster that made you scream each time you got to the top (not the fun kind of scream). Throw in...
Goodbye Coffee
For anyone that knows me well, I am a bit of a coffee fanatic. It was my business to keep coffee shops in business my teenage and college years. I love the stuff, I dream about it, I even bought a fancy Keurig coffee maker for my office at work so that I could have the good coffee happiness at my fingertips at all times (which now lives at my house and super awesome Joan bought a replacement to keep in the office so that I could be...
Hair, to Mohawk, to Bald
The hair coming out didn’t quite happen as slowly as I thought it would. It had started Thursday, but my Saturday huge chunks of hair came out all at once. This morning I had to empty the drain 3 times to finish showering (with my short hair even!). It was time. Mike went skiing for the day (he was feeling a bit better from his cold and definitely had some ski passes to use up before the ski season ends). By the time he got home...
Being Crafty – My Hope, Optimism, Love Bracelet
My mom gave my lucky pearls for my breast cancer treatments. I decided that I wanted a lucky custom bracelet also.I pulled out my old jewelry making supplies that have sat neglected for many years. I wanted something to fiddle with other than the computer in my tired to energy to tired rollercoaster I am riding today. The medications have done fairly well so far in managing the nausea, I went in for my Nuelasta shot this morning (my...
Chemo Numero Dos
Something about going to chemo makes me nervous. I am not sure if it is the worry about how I will feel for the next few days or the fact that my hair is gone for certain very soon. I don’t sleep well the night before I go in, but I am really not sure what I am worrying about. The experience of being in the infusion room isn’t too bad, the nurses are the friendliest bunch ever, most of the patients sleep, and I just sit on...