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Week 6 - Cycle 3, Part 1

This weekend I went to the library with what I thought was my funky hat, only to be asked by the librarian to remove it because it obscured my face, unless of course I have cancer.  Right.  Well I qualify.  So much for trying to go to the library and be somewhat incognito.


Tuesday 12th July - Cycle 3 completed.  Didn't feel too bad the day of chemo and the day after, but went a bit downhill after that.  That has been fairly typical of the treatments so far.

In the meantime, I've been trying to combat "chemo brain", by memorizing the phonetic alphabet (Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, etc.) It has also served a useful purpose since I'm on the phone so much leaving my contact information, medical claims, etc.  I just got tired of saying "A as in Apple".

In the meantime, I am looking forward to recovery week, both for appetite, nausea and blood counts.
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Heather said…
Dear Salina,

I love how strong and open you are. Thanks for sharing your experiences with us so that we can understand.

I'd say learning the phonetic alphabet is definitely a good use of time, especially if you have some walkie talkies laying around the house. =P

~ <3 Heather
23 July 2011 at 10:01
Austin Trini said…
Heather -

Thank you. It is important to me to let the many people who are showing us so much love and support right now, know what's happening. I find it is also easier to write than to speak :)

Re the phonetic alphabet, you should try it with airline agents - they get incredibly impressed!
24 July 2011 at 07:09
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