Monday, MondayI went to work this morning and stayed the entire day!  FINALLY!   I honestly felt like it, and it didn't kill me.  It's good to get back into the routine and get things done.  I can still drive shop, cook, clean and launder; and when I'm doing those things, it's easy to forget that I have cancer.  I'm reminded again when those medical bills arrive--OUCH!  I may have to sell the dog to pay for these treatments.  He's big, he sheds all over, he won't fetch, and he's lazy--any takers?  Huh, I thought so. 
As of today, I still have my hair, although I think the end is near.  My scalp is starting to ache and tingle, which is a sign that the hair is saying "goodbye".  The sensation is the same as when the hairstyle changes (into say, a high, tight ponytail or an "up-do"), and then goes back to the original style.   I know it's just hair, but I don't want to lose it.  I had entertained the idea of shaving it this past weekend, but as it turned out, I just couldn't do it.  I'm not quite that brave, but soon, the decision will be out of my hands anyway.  And yes, I'm fairly certain it's going; 5 doctors have told me so.  Maybe I'll shave it next weekend.  And maybe not. 
Those wonderful people at work had flowers to greet me this morning!  On my desk was a very bright and colorful bouquet with mums, carnations, lillies, and some tiny little yellow flowers that I don't know the name of.  What a wonderful way to start the week!  Thanks to my co-workers!   I feel so fortunate to work with such thoughtful people.