3/4/21
It's Thursday night and I'm not sure what to write tonight. Nothing special is going on and I feel I don't have much to share, then I realized some people log on every night to see if I've written and check on me, so this is for you. You know who you are.
I'm going to the oncologist in the morning. David will take me and he gets to come inside. This will be the very first appointment he's ever been allowed in. It'll be awesome! I'll have labs first and if my numbers are good, she'll put me on the chemo calendar again. I hope I pass. I'll study hard tonight. I don't want chemo, but I don't want an unanticipated hiatus from my schedule. I just want to finish this Red Devil and get it over with.
I tried on my new wig tonight for David. I can only wear it a few minutes before my scalp revolts. It's still too sensitive to wear. I reckon my hair follicles (or what's left of them) just decided that enough is enough. Get that thing off of me! I can almost hear them screaming... Anyway, he likes it. Says it looks just like me. That's what Laura said when I had it on in the store, so I guess I made the right decision.
I hope the sun is shining tomorrow. It was today and I went outside for a short time to let it hit my head. My scalp is so white it looks like I had a bowl around my head. I want it to at least be the same color as my face. I won't look quite so weird. I'm not supposed to be in the sun too long, so just a few minutes at time will hopefully do the job. I just need the sun to shine!
I got some nice cards in the mail today and it sure lifted my spirits. I got a t-shirt, too! David took me to dinner tonight, but I couldn't finish mine. Brought it home in a to-go box. Mouth sores got to be a bit too much and I guess I just got tired. I tire easily nowadays and take a nap most afternoons. After that, I'm usually pretty good for the rest of the day. It's like I'm 2 years old again.
Here's some advice - Don't irritate old people. The older we get, the less likely the threat of "life in prison" is a deterent.
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