I am now on my third round of the second type of chemo. My platelets had dropped so low in the month of December I actually was not able to do chemo. It was heaven! I got work done around the house. I was able to vacuum without getting sick. I cleaned out my "studio" in the basement so I could back to my stained glass again. I really felt like I could see a light at the end of this miserable tunnel. My hair has even started to grow back!
The hair situation deserves some space dedicated to just hair. Losing my hair was tough, yes. I feel as though I looked a bit like an alien, especially when the eyebrows went. However, I also kind of got used to be hairless and it was kinda nice! No shaving, no weird nasty chin hairs, no shaving. Did I mention the no shaving? That was the best part especially since I had been getting back to aqua aerobics, no need to shave. Well now, the hair is back. Everywhere. I am not excited. To make matters worse, I cannot even shave because my platelets keep dropping so if I cut myself I may bleed out, which of course is bad. Plus I have already had to pluck two, TWO, indecent hairs from my chin. So now I am angry!
I figure if I am going to have to be going through this chemo, I better lose weight and I better be bald. Now neither thing is happening and I am angry. This last dose of chemo, which was 6 days ago, has been horrid. I will seem to be going about my business as normal, then all of a sudden my stomach turns and it is a sprint to the bathroom. At this point I am afraid to eat or drink anything because I have to immediately use the bathroom. And there is nothing like using the bathroom and then having to puke into the trash can at the same time. I feel that is my lowest and I just cry. I swear I have done more crying about this situation in the last few days than I have in quite a while.
I just hope and pray that the scans I have done at the end of this month show that everything is gone and I can stop this horrible treatment. I know what I am going through is nothing like the sickness my mom had when she went through it 15 years ago, but it is still awful.