Procrastination

So I have this gene. It's a procrastination gene. It works like this: I have a thought of something that I should do, like blogging. I say to myself  "I'll do that tomorrow." Tomorrow shows up, only it's six months later; I have finished the bad part of chemo and my has grown back. I have finished my first Breast Cancer Walk. And I have been fitted for prosthetic breasts. That was the tomorrow I should have been blogging about. Yesterday.

So today I have treatment. I'm there almost all day and totally exhausted after my trip from Chicago (in which I fell in love probably 40 different time a day but that's another blog...) and for a Monday, it's pretty lively. I don't usually have treatment on Mondays but as I was at a conference last week, this was my new day. And let me tell you: I think I have been missing out on a party! There were friends and family members and laughter. TONS of laughter. But there was also the usual head nods of silent empathy from other patients as they head head to the bathroom trailing their IV hangers filled with toxic bags marked with big "handle with care: chemotherapy. Dispose of properly." My doctor checks my arm for the staph infection/ cellulitis that developed last week and we celebrate my hemoglobin counts (11!). I am under warm blankets and fall asleep. The thing about sleeping during treatment is the dreams. I don't even remembered what I dreamt today. But that is really not the point. The point is that I'm doing very well. The chemo I'm doing now is herceptin. Because it's so well tolerated (no nausea, no fatigue, no vomiting!) patients are reluctant to call it chemo.But let's call a spade a spade, shall we?

Until next time...