Another Treatment Down......

Friday was treatment day.

It starts with a blood draw, vitals and visit with my Oncologist.

Dr. C was thrilled that my liver numbers are back to normal, I am producing red blood cells and the breast tumor is "tiny". He said that he saw my breast surgeon the day before and she was "giddy" with my progress! For doctors that deliver bad news on a daily basis this was absolute music to our ears. He said that we should assume if the medicine is shrinking the breast tumor then it is safe to say that it is working every else.

I will have another full body scan after my 4th treatment. Surgery will come some time after my 6th treatment.

After I see Dr. C I go downstairs to infusion. Basically I sit in a cubicle type of set up in a recliner with a tv and a blanket. After they access the port in my chest (hurts just as the needle goes in) and they hook up the iv meds I just chill out for about two hours. People have asked if it feels weird or if I feel anything at all during the infusion - the answer is no.

The infusion area is really big with alot of people in/out while I have treatment. I see a few familiar faces every time. It is like a club that none of us ever wanted to be a part of but we are so we have some unspoken bond.

I don't like Barrett to stay with me during treatment. It's nothing personal but I feel like he can be doing something much more productive then sitting in a cubicle staring at me. I know he doesn't like leaving me but I like the "alone" time - you know as much alone time as you can have with 50 other people in the room.

Saturday I went and picked up the wig that I ordered. Last week I went to a place here in Plano called Survivor Girls. They specialize in wigs, hats, turbons, etc. It was a surprisingly easy process. They really took the time to help me find something I liked and was close to my natural hair. I wore it all day on Saturday while running errands but I feel like I have a flashing sign above my head screaming "WIG, WIG, WIG". Barrett likes it - Bodie hated it and cried. Jax said "mama it looks beautiful". So the final verdict is still out.

I realize that in the big picture that my hair should be the least of my worries but a girl's hair is part of their identity and it has really been hard to lose it. I also think that so much of what is going on is out completely out of my control and I want to look "normal" and am having trouble adjusting to the new normal.

Overall things are going very well and we continue to focus on the positive and work through the hard stuff as a family.