Has it been a week already?

It's been a bit more than a week but here I am. If I don't have anything new to share, I try not to post - I hate to be repetitive just to get a post up. So, after a brief pause, here I am.
I'm still tired from a full day but before I hit the hay, I thought I would provide an update. Let's get started.

• Since my last Wacky Wednesday just about knocked me out, Bobby took off work today to go with me. Yes...he's awesome!
• We started with radiation. They were running about 30 minutes behind this morning but the treatment itself was uneventful. Yay!
• We then headed home but were there for less than an hour before it was time to move on to the next appointment. We grabbed a quick lunch and then headed to the clinic.
• I met with my medical oncologist - it was time for my 3 week check-in. We chatted for a bit - we had to get caught up, ya know. He then "officially" told me that my echo looked great and I'll have another one in 3 months (it's a thing). All good news. Then he drops the bomb on me....he says, "You're doing great so I'm going to only see you every 6 weeks rather than every 3...so every other treatment, you'll see me."  Oddly, I felt a little like he was breaking up with me. lol

This week has been one of good news and a continued boost for me. A big part of this game is mental, you have to have your head in the right place, focus on the positives and progress and live life!


With only two weeks left in treatment, I've been thinking a lot about what life will be like as it slides back into something like normal. It may just be me, but I find life after treatment more scary than treatment. I like action and doing something about this whole cancer thing. As of now I have no tumors or any other signs of disease but recurrence will forever be a concern. I find myself wanting to ask if they just want to radiate me every once in a while or give me a shot of chemo periodically, just to be safe. It sounds crazy, I know but at least you know you're doing something during treatment so it's a little scary to go out into the big bad world and be independent. No chemical crutches. The training wheels must come off at some point, right? I do have several months of Herceptin treatment and a decade of my meds to go so I just need to tell myself that I AM  doing something. I'm sure I'll write more about this particular phenomenon in future posts.


If you're following along on Instagram you already know that I stopped wearing wigs a few weeks ago and I really only wear hats to keep my head warm. I've learned something over these past few weeks that I feel I need to share, as a service to my fellow patients. BE WARNED: Apparently, the heads of people who have gone through chemo and are now showing hair growth are equally as tempting to touch as a pregnant woman's belly. Yes, friends, if I have my hat off people keep asking me if they can touch my head. If you know how I felt about anyone making any attempt to touch my pregnant belly, you will be surprised to know that I will let you touch my head. It's slightly less of an invasion of my personal space and significantly less weird than the belly thing, so I will permit it. If you lose your hair, for any reason, someone is going to ask if they can touch your head. Just so you know.   :-)


I must sleep now...


Love to all,
Andee