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Week 5

This week is recovery week in preparation for cycle 3 next week.  So what has the week been like?
  1. Fear factor increasing. You know, now that I'm over the diagnosis and the optimism of actively working on treatment, I start wondering, "If I don't have horrible side effects, does it mean that the drugs aren't working?" What about, "I don't feel anything changing, is it making a difference?" and most recently, "I've been infection free this past month, can I make it through the remaining 4 months?"  Naturally paranoia is also on the rise.Must. Keep. It. In. Check.
  2. Generally felt ok, and I know because I don't fall asleep sitting up at 8:00pm at night - that's my gauge.  Went in to work a couple of days, and those are usually long days, but I am very happy to go in when I am able to. I get a chance to have a conversation with my colleagues about...work and not other things. That's good for me, because that's what it's all about - me.  Being useful doesn't hurt either.
  3. Observed something interesting. Because I am functioning pretty well, even though I am going through chemo, my children expect me to fight with them as normal (apparently my bald head isn't enough of a clue that something isn't right with Mama).  I recall last year (the-year-of-G's-surgeries), G was left alone because he had the necessary accoutrements and behaviour - laying in bed, feet up, bandages, etc.  I need to get on that bandages thing. 
  4. On the upside, I was able to play with my cherub for his birthday!! Eventually I had to insist on getting pictures since nobody (G) thought to get me pics with cherub.  He had a blast and now we have even more weapons at our house (a mace, 2 battle axes, and a sword and shield). For our existing weapons, check this out.
  5. I did wonder this week,  if by any chance these powerful chemo drugs could also kill what is causing my vitiligo because that is spreading.  It's a shame because as a West Indian, I speak with my hands and it is so noticeable on my hands, even colleagues who have seen it for a while appear distracted now when I am talking. That's a bummer, but if chemo drugs worked on this, that would be a most awesome two-fer!!
Onward to cycle 3, Week 6!

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