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.