Yep, you heard it right - Rebecca is an awesome cook! Yesterday, she and Willie Grace came over with a smorgasbord of food. I was ready to call the family and have Thanksgiving dinner early! Seriously, she brought pans and pans of food - they filled up my whole counter. And they are delicious! I knew her mom was a good cook, I guess the genes got passed down. I'm not going to tell you any of the dishes she brought because I plan to freeze some of them and bring them to Thanksgiving as my own creations! Promise not to tell, okay Becca?!
Well, today was treatment #2 - 4 more to go! This one was better because I was able to relax and nap a little. The Benadryl dose was a little less. If you remember, it was the drug that made me jittery and not able to sit still the entire time. I was miserable that first time. So today, I took a Xanax (anti-anxiety medicine) beforehand to ward off the effects. But the jitters began to start up a little in my legs, so I took another Xanax. Suffice it to say, I was knocked out within ten minutes. And it was much so better! The time went by pretty fast even though I was the last patient in the room when John and the girls came to pick me up. For the last half hour I had been talking to one of the chemo nurses and telling her basically my whole life story. She kept telling me I should write a book! I told her I would if the traumas would ever lighten up to give me enough time! It's always something with my family! Just as I was telling her the part of the surrogacy and how my sister carried my second daughter for us, Rachel Rose bounds into the room. "And there she is!" I said. Of course she had to show off. We got to see her new "angry dance" which is basically an Austin Powers move where she turns around fast and points both fingers at you with a scowl on her face. The nurse was very entertained. Yeah, baby!
Oh yes, before I forget to say - I did shave my head. I used a #1 guard on the clippers so I do have a little fuzz left - I was afraid of a real razor. I'm not that good on my legs and they are straight. Who knows how bad I would cut up a round surface! But even the fuzz is beginning to fall off. Before long I will be completely slick-headed. I really don't mind the hair loss thing. It's kinda cool actually. But I do hate the way it screams CANCER PATIENT!! People take one look and the pity starts. At McDonald's the other night I had to go back up to the counter for some more ketchup and you know how you hate to break in front of people standing in line? Well, let me tell you - a bald head is a ticket to the front of the line! I guess they think, "She won't have much time left to enjoy those extra ketchup packets, I'll let her have my place in line (pity pity)". I'm thinking of getting some tattoos on my scalp. They won't show once my hair grows back. And this way, for now I can at least be regarded as a skinhead or a convict instead of a chemo victim. We'll see how fast they let me through to the front then! Ha, ha!