As is obvious, it has been a
while since I have written. Things went fine
with my last chemo treatment on December 12.
Having the port worked well, and now that it is completely healed, it
will be even better. Having the two chemo
drugs was definitely a harder hit than one.
It took me about a week to feel back to normal, but I was not really
miserable – just weak and a little queasy – enough not to want to do
anything. I sometimes wonder if it is
just an excuse to be lazy.
Anyway, the inevitable
happened. My hair had grown in to the
point where I could almost go out without my wig, but on December 28, Daryl’s
birthday, it started to come out again.
I decided I would go out a couple of days with just my hair which felt really
good, but by three weeks from my chemo treatment, my hair was all gone. My daughter, Gayla, used her clippers to
clean up the little that was left. I had
done it before, so it was not too traumatic.
I am scheduled for chemo
tomorrow, January 9, but my brother, Byron, passed away in Washington, DC, so
we are going back for his funeral. He
was 90 and not doing well, so we are grateful he could go without having to
move to a care center. He is the one for
whom I did the book on his World War II journal earlier this year. We leave on Thursday and return next Tuesday,
then I will be right back into chemo on Wednesday, January 16.
The exciting news is that we have
a new granddaughter, Molly Garn, born to Byron and Michelle on December 31 in
the middle of the night. It was a serious
scare, as Michelle started bleeding and had to be taken to the hospital by
ambulance. She had a C-section, and all
is well that ends well. We are hoping
that Molly keeps her dark hair – more than any other Garn babies we have seen.
To all of you who check this blog more often than I post, I apologize and appreciate your continued interest. You are the best.
We hope you are all having a great beginning to 2013.
