It's Thursday already....

To recap, we had a great weekend.  Saturday we ate with some great friends and had such a nice time.  Sunday we did some shopping that we needed to get done.  Monday was my first chemo.  Tuesday I got a hair cut, it turly is a $12 hair cut, but I wont have any soon so who cares. 

The almost toyless child

My dining room table, which is huge, has a new meaning to its life.  It now holds all of Maddie's banned toys.  Things that she can climb on, stick her feet in, use as a weapon etc.  Pretty soon she will only have her couch and tent left.  Last night I made peas and lentils again, which are now on our banned list as well.  Maddie stuffed them up her nose again, she even sneezed one out which was gross and disturbing. 

One down 15 more to go........................

Sounds crazy right.  So today wasnt bad.  Accessing the port hurt (I know, I promised no more complaining).  When we got there this morning it was a little confusing.  They did not have enough chairs for every one, but that was quickly resolved.  Jeff and I sat in the main room, we met a lovely lady who was getting treatment as well.  There was also a man with us, but he took a nap, he didnt snore so that as nice. 

They started with some anti nausea meds and then a bag of fluids.  When the fluids were just about done they came in and pushed the adrimicyn in.  It was bright red.  Carol the nurse said it may change the color of my urine.  Jessie had the same drug, I never remember her having red urine.  Getting the same drug as her made me miss her a lot today.   Next was the cytoxin that took a little less than two hours.  Next was lunch, we went to Torches.  Before I went to the ladies room, Jeff asked how soon after the drug would it make me pee red.  I said I wasnt sure sicne with the sential node injection it took two days to turn my pee bright blue.  Adrimicyn turned it right away, Im back to normal now. 

The reason for 15 more is we decided to do taxol every week for 12 weeks instead of every other week for 4 treatments.  There are less side effects, it just adds another month to my treatments. 

Dear Mother Nature

I am beginning to hate this weather.  Going to Fl in Feb has not helped my disgust for you either.  I would like to see the sun, and not have to wear many layers when going out to get the mail.  If you do not ship up, once I am feeling stronger, I will start to look into warmer places to live.  It will also be a tax friendlier place too.

Opening day...

And I am not excited.  I dont know if it is the team or that I have been occupied with other things.  I have not even payed attention to spring training.  I know Bay is hurt and who knows about Johan..  I am sure we will watch the game tonight and maybe I will get sucked in but its not looking good this year boys.

The Princess Pat....

Only a couple of you may understand this title.  It is from my girl scout days, it was a song we sang at camp.  "The Princess Pat, had a mighty fine crew, It's red and gold and purple too"  Well that is what describes my body right now.  I went to Dr F for a "fill" yesterday and they wrote on me again with purple marker, I still have maker on me from my surgery which was over 4 weeks ago.  Jeff would like to put Wd40 on it to see if it would come off.  And the rest of me is red and gold and about to turn black and blue.  I know enough belly aching about the port hurting, but it does.  Who would have thought such a little thing would annoy me so much.  I give it one more day then I will stop talking about it. I am sure AC, Jeff and Maddie (as well as you guys) are tired of it too.

Dan was right

Just for the record Dan was right this port thing hurts.  I understand the necessity of it, but goodness when is it not going to hurt.  I do not think Dan reads this so lets not pass it on to him :o)

I am still taking the pain meds at bed time then three hours later wake up to take a benedryl since they make me itch and I wake my self up scratching.  I would take them all at the same time but I fear I just wont wake up since they both knock me out.