Thanks for all your encouraging words. I really appreciate you guys. I'm doing pretty good actually. I've been working all I'm supposed to. That feels good. I'm feeling better about things (Prozac helps!!) I have my third chemo treatment on Tuesday, the 15th. I always dread them because I'm afraid of what's going to happen this time. Last time, I got really depressed, but I think this time will be different since I'm on Prozac now.
It seems all I ever talk about to you guys is the cancer, which is what we're all here for, of course. But we never talk about other things, like what's going on in everyone's life besides BC. For me, my life has been pretty exciting lately. I have a new boyfriend and he's been just wonderful thru all this. We've been seeing each other about a month and a half. I dated him seven years ago for two months and we broke up because he wasn't ready to be tied down. But this time is different. We're both more mature and grown up and all that. He wants me to meet his family. We're leaving on the 17th to go to somewhere around Houston to see his daughter. She's around 16 and it's her spring break. While we're there we're going to Galveston to go to the beach. I'm so excited. I've never been there.
I work at Walmart and I could not ask for better treatment than I'm getting. Everyone has been wonderful to me. Always concerned and asking about me. They are not counting the days I've missed and will miss and they're not going to ask for any doctor's notes. I'm told to do whatever I want to. If I don't feel good, just call and tell them. They've put me answering the phones and they let me sit down while I'm doing it.
I went to a thing that a local hospital sponsers, it's called Look Good Feel Better. We all got free makeup and I got a wig that really looks good on me. My normal hair color is dark brown and this wig is a redish blonde, short. It has been amazing at the response I'm getting from everyone saying how good it looks and that's my color and so on. I feel a lot better about myself now, I have more confidence. Those two days that my hair was falling out was terrible. But when I asked my son-in-law to shave my head and he did, I felt like a weight was lifted off. I was at my boyfriend's house when it started falling out and I was terrified that it would repulse him or something, but it didn't. It doesn't bother him at all. I finally got up the nerve to show him my bald head. That was a big step for me!
I'm sorry to keep rattling on. I'd like to know more about you guys, too, stuff other than our cancer. I'll try to get back on here before my trip, but if not, I'll be on afterwards and let you know how it goes. I can't wait! Take care everyone. Hugs and Prayers