February 2: Everyone knows that
chemotherapy causes hair loss, just sometimes it comes out faster than
expected. On the morning of February 2 I had hair, by 5 o’clock with the help
of a roll of tape and a caring mother, I didn't. Bonus, the tape made awesome fake mustaches.
February 6: I
was back in the hospital receiving chemo. We
were able to finish part of the treatment at home to get out of the hospital
ASAP.
February 7:
Hospital work is thousands times worse than home work.
February 9: Mafia
party rocked, even if some people got a little too carried away. It’s only a
game, your not really getting killed.
February 17: I felt much better; my counts did not drop with
this round of Ara-C chemo treatment like last time because They say I was not
sick unlike last time had the flu. Doctors will not let us go anywhere, we
wanted to drive to the ocean this weekend, but they worry about my platelets
that are on the border line of transfusion. Right now if all I am worrying about
is going somewhere, life is good! It almost feels normal again. Almost.
February 26: I’m
still having back pain and a little knee pain but with morphine it's
controllable. In the hospital again. Talkative nurse equals zero sleep time.
Mom helped trim the 6 hairs I have growing back.
