Three down, six to go. Or, one down, two to go...depending....

The third treatment (which is technically the third and final portion of ONE treatment) is in the books, and I am still not seeing any hair loss anywhere!

I BOUGHT MASCARA!  Wheee!

You have no idea what a big deal that is, unless you are a woman who has experienced complete body alopecia, and who is now seeing hair regrowth and retention in the midst of more chemotherapy!

I have been doing just fine, over all.  

The rock hard constipation resolves by about Wednesday.
The expensive prescription mouth rinse works wonders on my mouth sores, and they are gone for the moment.

My sense of taste is impacted for a few days, but not badly at all, compared to how it has been previously.

I am sure that will change as we go along, due to the cumulative effects of this therapy.

I also find comfort in experience.  When I had my break from treatment during the holidays, it only took about 10 days after my last treatment for my sense of taste to be restored.

My reaction to the steroids gets worse every week, too.  Yesterday, I had a couple of really intense bouts of rage, compounded by chemo brain in which I can't think of words.

It's VERY difficult and scary.

I also have bad insomnia the first night, and get redder on day two every time, with my face feeling hot and flushed all day.

But really?  Compared to the horror stories of so many cancer treatment survivors?  I am doing FINE.

I work full time, I keep my house, I exercise, and I mostly feel okay.

I am glad that my by week is here, and that I don't have to go back until Feb. 12. Ahhhh......

It has been freakishly warm here for a couple of days.  76 yesterday.  We had lots of stuff to do out of the house, though, so yesterday went by WAY too quickly.

Today should be a bit more leisurely.

Yesterday's highlight was being able to go and see one of the remaining copies of Shakespeare's first folio.

For some reason, it began its nation wide tour in Norman, OK at the museum of natural history.  Yes, the dinosaur museum.

An odd place, but whatever!  It was just there, in a case, with some posters around it, opened to Hamlet.

It was a treat to see it, and it made my eyes tear up.

Then we went to lunch, then visited Dave's dad, then came home.  But that all took several hours, and we didn't get home until 4 pm.

We opened windows and aired out the house, while I cleaned and Dave went back out to drop off some donations.

By the time we got things done around the house that are normal for Saturday, and I finally got around to making dinner, it was already 8 pm when we were finally sitting down to eat.

But that's okay on our treasured weekends.  We even got in the hot tub last night, and watched a goofy movie on Svengoolie before crashing around 11.

Laundry and a bit more cleaning and tidying today, then, there will be coloring and a movie to watch. Oh, and I need to rebuild Dave's tree of life necklace.  The wire is about to blow, so all I have to do is re-string it. Maybe clean it up a little.

Happy Sunday to all!