I don’t know how or if other people tolerate chemotherapy very well. I do not tolerate it at all. This sucks. I do not understand how older and less healthy people handle this crap. Think about it, you get pumped full of poison to make you feel like you are dead only to hopefully save your life.
Most of the time I consider myself to be one strong bitch. Chemo gets into my veins and I am a weakened to a lifeless and almost speechless individual for who knows how many days? Today I am experiencing no desire to move or talk. Texting on a cell phone is a lot. I pushed myself to write on the blog to attempt to keep me focused and motivated.
On a more positive note, I am happy to report that my mohawk is still with me. I thought I would have lost it by now. I have become quite attached to it. Once I realized that I could walk around with it and sport it, the baldness did not bother me. I wonder if I will feel the same when I am completely bald? Time will only tell.
SERIOUSLY – ANOTHER DOG GARGOYLE???
It is important not to forget the original reason I started this blog. You see, this blog was originally about my wonderful and handsome crazy husband Jason and his inability to control himself from making crazy purchases. I arrived home on Saturday to find this ugly fountain in the front entry way to my porch! This is the fourth dog gargoyle statue we have! I hate the dog gargoyles! My husband seems to be pretty pleased with his puchase – me, not so much! I even played the cancer card and said “Really, you bring this home during chemo”? I did not get much of a reaction. I got the look of shame from him. You know, the same look a 4 year old gives a parent when they know they have done something wrong?
The only reason my husband gets away with this is because he is wonderful to me and has walked the walk through my cancer. I am still going to complain until this thing leaves the property.