Monthly Archives: November 2011

Now, that I’ve spent a few days digesting the realty of not having any hair on my head, I’ve decided that there are some real advantages to being bald: No hair in the shower drain to clean up. No hat … Continue reading →

I’ve had a lot of people ask me what my course of treatment is going to be.  To be honest, I didn’t post it right away because before the PET scan, I was afraid things were going to be worse … Continue reading →

You know it’s time to buzz the remaining sad strands of hair off your head when: You try to put hair gel in your hair.  You get the gel on the hair, but the hair is in your hand, snuggled … Continue reading →

Today’s infusion went really well.  Some of my blood count numbers were even better than before my last chemo treatment.  Today, I asked my oncologist exactly how the medicine works. “Is it like a bug bomb, where it goes in … Continue reading →

DH and I had a quiet, delightful Thanksgiving.  Our son, Jason, who lives in Memphis, will be visiting us after the first of the year. Janet and I decided to wait until then to cook our large holiday meal.  For … Continue reading →

My nurse navigator has encouraged me to continue to exercise.  She said there are studies that indicate exercise is extremely beneficial to breast cancer patients.  That makes sense.  Except, I was walking Arthur this morning, and started thinking.  How did … Continue reading →

Chemotherapy is known to cause different side effects.  Because there are different cocktails for different cancers and everyone reacts differently, no two patient’s experiences are the same.  My doctors are telling me that in my case, the well-known nausea side … Continue reading →

A friend in Memphis, emailed me this morning with sincere  and legitimate concern.  She mentioned she had seen Friday’s post, which was about my low blood pressure and then no posts for two days. I feel like the irresponsible teenager … Continue reading →

During an extended trip to Europe, a man leaves his cat in the care of his brother.  After two weeks, the man calls his brother and asks how the cat is doing.  The brother says “Fluffy is dead.” The man … Continue reading →