I don't want to go to the vet!

That's what Rich and I say whenever we have to go to a doctor's appointment we don't want to go to. It's in reference to our previous dog, Boots, who instinctively knew whenever we were taking her to the vet, and shook all the way there! Today was my second "big nasty" chemo, and even though I knew what to expect this time, I still had butterflies in the pit of my stomach as we drove to my appointment. No matter how brave I may think I am, the bottom line is that I am waging a chemical warfare on my body.

I saw my oncologist before my infusions today. She checked me out physically, and then told me that all of my blood work is great, which means my organs (liver and kidneys, specifically) are not being affected by the chemo. Whew! She said that all of my itching and rash were most likely due to the steroids and taxotere (one of my "big nasty" chemos), and to take benadryl orally and also as a cream. Which is exactly what I did, and it helped.

Rich thinks my skin is a different color now, compared to when I went in for my infusion this morning. I don't see it, but I wouldn't be surprised. I hope I don't turn into a little GREEN alien, though! I'm sure that the rest of my hair will fall out, now that I've had my second round. I think I'm getting used to seeing myself bald now...it doesn't shock me anymore when I see myself in the mirror. And I really don't mind wearing hats and wigs, though I know that I would feel differently if it was hot, rather than cold, outside. I still need to get Rich to take pictures of me with my new looks so that I can post them for you. We'll work on that soon.

In the meantime, I need another nap!