It is Friday, day three after the 2nd chemo. I'm sleeping slightly more than after the last round, but still not enough. I'm optimistic that I won't get as sick as I did last time, although the double doses of steroids have kept me feeling pretty druggy and hung-over since Tuesday. I went for a short walk through the park and around the block last evening and felt as though I had never been there before. I always was a cheap drunk, so why did I think I’d tolerate chemo any better?
I went to a library sale yesterday. It had been so long and it felt so good, but I had a pounding headache by the time I got back home. I guess I must have felt better yesterday than I do this morning, because I would not venture out today.
Since my hair is so short and weightless, it is coming out at a much slower rate than anticipated, though my scalp tingles and today in the shower the water pressure was enough to put tufts of hair on my shoulders. As if three shedding cats in the house wasn’t bad enough.
About Me
- Mary
- I call this “Photo Journal of a Woman of Age” because it was the first thing that popped into my head when I started in 2007 and doesn’t make any promises about what may appear here. Age 60 is a fine place to be. I’ve heard the best thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been. Sometimes I'm 12, other times 32, so try not to judge. Wisdom doesn’t necessarily come with age. Sometimes age just shows up all by itself.
