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Week 4 - Part 1, Fredericksburg

And here are my pictures from Fredericksburg! A bit different than you may have expected. We walked around the National Museum of the Pacific, but hardly had the chance to look in much detail (antsy 3-year old took care of that).   My husband's conclusion was while there may be some things that are German (like on the menu), some are definitely not.  But perhaps they were when the Fredericksburg immigrants moved there?  Immigrants do cling to what they know and bring those with them, while their home country evolves.

Anyways, we had fun walking around and relaxing.  My dad didn't get a chance to do too much (G and I took the time to run away and put my cousin in charge of the boys and my dad).  So we had a break.  We had plans to do more sight-seeing on our way back, but we (me and G) were too tired to try.

Tuesday 28th June : Cycle 2.  After checking my blood counts, I was able to get cycle 2 - Yaay!  My appointment was 9:30 am, and I got there are 9:15. Unfortunately they were very busy and by the time I left it was 3:00pm.  I was totally exhausted. I think I needed the next two days to recover.

Wednesday 29 June: Not as much queasiness, but felt tired and out of sorts.  By now my hair is falling out quite a bit.  Had to make my way back to Texas Oncology for a growth hormone shot. Was glad to be back home.

Thursday 30 June : Did not feel well, and definitely this cycle is harder than the last, but again, all things considered, could be much worse.  I had to take a nap in the afternoon and had a general feeling of malaise.  As well as a lack of interest in doing anything.  Hopefully things will improve by the weekend, when we have some more visitors (another cousin and his family). I hope to get some curry goat out of that visit.

Mental Health : not too bad, but definitely 2nd cycle is harder on me than 1st, maybe it is in my head?  All I know is that even though I am not too sick to do some things (like blog), I feel quite lethargic.
Hair fall: 6 out of 10 and accelerating. Quite distressing, but hardly unexpected.

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