This morning was an early appointment for blood tests followed by a consultation with the doctor at the Oncology Dept. The blood tests include a lot of things that are not usually tested for in normal, healthy circumstances, and it’s quite amazing really just how much information our blood holds.
Between the blood tests and the time to see the doc, we ventured downstairs where I bought some very soft turban type scarves for when my hair finally says bye-bye. I was given a tip by a patient the other day that when the hair is first lost, the scalp is very tender. That’s understandable. She warned me to wear fabric on my head to bed as anything else will rub and irritate the scalp. The three turbans I bought today are very soft. I got a white, red and beige one, so along with my warm knitted beanies, I am well prepared for the near future of baldness.
My doctor commented on the fact I still have hair. When I told him it was coming out in handfuls each time I comb my hair, he sympathised. He was obviously surprised when I said I wasn’t too worried about it really – it will grow back – and I like scarves!
The main part of the consultation was of course, that all is on track, in fact it’s going better since they took me off the self injected stuff. On reflection that makes sense because my energy and general feeling of being ‘well’ happened the day after I self injected for the last time.
Next week could see another change and perhaps for the not so good, as I have quite a few doses of chemo ahead. Each day will be taken as it comes, and if I need to rest more, that’s what I’ll do.
Tim is due down again tomorrow which is the highlight of my week. He will accompany me to the hospital on Saturday morning, then he will have shopping duties with my sister Bernice. He will be kept busy for the day, then we can relax on the Sunday till he has to return home and to work. No doubt with a huge sigh!
In the meantime at home, my gorgeous little Daisy has earned her keep well and truly. This afternoon she was happily playing up near Chookingham Palace when suddenly Tim noticed her take off like a little rocket and head for under the house. He followed in hot pursuit, and found her shaking the life out of this huge rat. Tim thinks the rat was disturbed in the bushes behind the water tank by Daisy’s sniffing about, and it ran to the house to hide. Our little ‘mouser’ or rather ‘ratter’ was too good for it though. So proud of my little girl – she is a true Terrier.
Keep smiling, take good care of yourselves and each other. Thank you for your love and support…..next week is going to be a little tough and rough around the edges I think, so fasten your seat belts. Much love and big hugs.