Round II

Hi there, A recap of my week in progress...Monday had my glucose test for the baby boy and it came back okay! It's great news that I can still eat what I want, god knows that helps with my sanity these days and it's definitely showing. Tuesday had my second PICC line "installed" and to my delight, it went perfectly smooth. I had the line put in with the radiology unit this time and the doctor had the line put in within minutes! Much better than the 2 hour struggle that I had faced the time before. Makes for less anxiety knowing I'll need two more in the coming weeks. After spending the morning with my mom at the hospital, I met my two girlfriends (should really just start calling them my life support) and shaved my head. Thank you Kelli and Amy for your constant support...being able to find humor in what could have been a devestating task is priceless and I appreciate it more than you'll ever know. :0) Having a shaved head is not pretty, GI Jane comes to mind, but according to Kelli I have a nicely shaped head. HILARIOUS! Who would have thought that would be something to brag about. I will say, it feels pretty good. I feel like I have menthol on my head at all times. My dad always fights with my mom to shave his head (she likes him with hair) but now I get it...it really feels nice. This last week has been all about the hair so hopefully we won't be discussing this topic much in the future. I just don't want to forget this experience because I think I'll be proud of myself one day for being able to do it, because trust me I never thought I would or could. But after 3 days of crying in the shower because the hair would not stop falling out in crazy clumps (it was everywhere and wouldn't stop coming out, yet I still had tons to go) I just felt like I was making the situation more difficult on myself. Plus I was shedding everywhere and if you have pets, you know how annoying that is! The natural progression prepared me to just want to get rid of it. I'm glad I did. It was a burdon lifted after doing so. But don't worry peeps, you won't be seeing much of me and my bald head, I'm still very much a hair girl and rocked my new wig today during my second chemo treatment. It's definitely an adjustment, but one I'll get used to QUICKLY. My treatment today also went better than expected. My mom was with me to help pass the time. We are a pretty good team when it comes to distracting ourselves and pretending we aren't in a place where we don't want to be. Instead we focus on what's really important, like what's happening with the Real Housewives of Atlanta and Orange County (insert sarcasim). She showed me the YouTube clip of Kristen Bell and the Sloth...it's hysterical and worth checking out. On a serious note, we met a woman at the chemo clinic today who was extremely excited to announce it was her birthday (over and over again). She made sure everyone in the place knew it. Once I had a chance to talk with her, she explained that she has been receiving chemo treatments for the last 3 years and shouldn't be having this 35th birthday. I'd be celebrating with such enthusiasm if I were her too. What's funny is she got upset after learning of my situation. It's so interesting to me that when you join this "cancer cult", as I've been calling it, you learn to take yourself out of the equation and empathize with everyone else. I think that's the healthiest way to be anyhow, but to see others in a similar situation do the same is neat...strange, but neat. Although every situation is completely different, there's a strange sense of understanding that resides with these strangers...we know the true meaning of adversity...well I'm in the process of learning, but you become a gang in a sense. I believe not only I am apart of this new gang, but my family and friends are also initiated members...we are all very much a part of this and I am soooooooo happy, relieved and thankful for my support system. Each new day, I'm speechless with the amount of support I'm given without a blink of an eye. I have no idea how I'll ever truly repay each of you, but I promise I'll never, ever forget what you've done for me. Peace & Love, Misty