Round 3 Ding Ding Ding

Like a boxing match Round 3 has been completed and I am still standing! While I would like to say joyful things like it was painless because we all have made Pink Tough, I would be fibbing. On Thursday I was so sick I thought death might be preferable. I am wobbly and our walking has shortened to going to the mailbox until I can rebuild my stamina. This infuriates Tucker!

Twenty pounds in forty days. That is what I have gained. The doctor attributes ten pounds from not smoking and ten pounds from the steroids. When I asked her if it would drop off when I finished the steroids she smiled and said I 'd have to work like a dog to get it off. Woof!

I learned that I will start radiation after Round 4 of chemo. Apparently the side effects from the following year of chemo aren't so bad, therefore I can start radiation. While this is good news as it means I won't be spending all next summer at the radiologist, it means that September and October are going to be difficult for me at work...and no I'm not going to sit on my newly enlarged buns at home so don't even ask!

Love this weather although it makes wig wearing extremely UNCOMFORTABLE. My sunglasses that I had on top of my head actually had condensation appear on them from the steam rising off my scalp! I have a full 3/16ths of hair on my head...where there is hair. It is fairly sparse. I still have some eyelashes and some eyebrows. While doing my hair takes less time-make up takes much longer! And for all of you that thought I wouldn't have to shave my legs- WRONG! There are still some poking up there too!

In honor of Walter Cronkite (for those of us old enough to know of him). That's the way it is. EXPECT GREAT THINGS!