Treatment #2, the next day

As I already told you, yesterday was tough. Last night was tougher.

We had in invitation join my cousin Kathy and her family for a birthday-fest for her son but elected to pass because the day had been tough. So we opted instead to celebrate Chemo #2 with a Sicilian pizza from a favorite place in Wakefield and dispatched PJ to pick up. I was so hungry by the time she arrived and had such a headache (which I assumed I could feed and make it go away) that I chewed through two pieces and a slice of and Italian calzone. Big mistake on all counts.

I was nauseous all evening and had that slightly spacey feeling (like I shouldn't drive the car; I felt this way the last time too). Nothing alarming, I just wanted to sleep but the Red Sox were winning and that held my attention.

I woke up this morning feeling rested and strong, and headed off to the health center for my $2500 Neulasta shot (isn’t that a crime???). Then I did a Wal-Mart run for, among other things, funky bandanas (one black with a traditional paisley print, orange with purple and yellow owls and a Halloween pattern, and a royal blue with owls—typing this made me notice the owl trend).

Now it’s time to fold some laundry and think about food shopping. I’ve got a peppercorn and garlic pork tenderloin marinating in the refrigerator, something special for my cheering section. We need potatoes and asparagus to make it a complete meal.

That’s all for the moment. I’m curious to know who is out there reading my ramblings. Would you please hit the comment button and send me a note? I won’t post it as a comment if you don’t want me to.