Tales from the Flight of the Phoenix

Monday was my second round of chemo.  It still hurt like hell when they stuck my port today, even with the numbing cream on.  Ugh  It went a lot faster than last time, even after getting a late start.  I spent about 5 hours in the infusion room, watching cartoons and knitting in a recliner.

I was very good at watching my sugars and made sure to stay on top of it with the Humalog.  While they are still high, they are no where near what they were the last time I had chemo.  I had a high protein tuna sandwich for lunch and drank lots of juice and water from the clinic.

After chemo, I headed over to my cousin's house and took a long, well needed nap.  I didn't expect this round to make me so tired, so fast.  Within a few hours of infusion, I was already exhausted.  I ate a little bit of dinner and snacked on other things, but actually ended up going to bed early.

My hair is falling out faster, and it saddens me to find it on my pillow, or in the car, or on my recliner.  I feel like a dog shedding all over the furniture.  I want it gone - but I want to hold onto it for as long as I can.  I feel so torn.  I never know what I want anymore.