I'm good

I've been told if I don't post things regularly, people start to worry about me. My coworkers see me everyday, so I don't think they're concerned, but for the rest of you, I'M ALIVE! :) Thanks for worrying about me. I've felt great, had energy, doesn't feel like I'm poisoned at all. I have a whole new standard, feel poisoned vs. don't feel poisoned. Good stuff. Back to plastic surgeon this afternoon. I'm thinking this is the last time, I don't need "dollies" as Dr. Havard calls them.
Tomorrow is acupuncture, so I'm only working 1/2 of a day, and then Friday is poisoning #2. Rock on. After Friday, I will be halfway done with cocktail #1. If I break it into parts, it seems less daunting. I feel ready to go for chemo. I'm sure there will be some nerves involved, and probably some puking, because regardless of drugs, I am a puker it seems. I'm trying not to expect that, because that whole mind control thing I'm sure if I expect it it will happen. We'll see!! Maybe I should just set a new standard for this too, try not to vomit before chemo even goes in. I'm so cool. I think I told you I got sick before they even put in the chemo last time.
I do meet with Dr. Lee tomorrow (oncologist) which will be good. I have some questions about the drug I get to take after all of this stuff. Apparently some people don't have the gene in their body to break down the drug to let it do what it needs to do. There has been a blood test developed in the last six months to determine if I have the gene to make it work or not. Another survivor woman told me that, so I apparently need to start doing more research... I'm not a researcher. It seems that they've taken enough of my blood they should be able to test for anything and everything, but I'm sure they'll take more.
My coworkers (who are now blog readers, hi!!) have been making dinners for us, which has helped IMMENSELY. Rick & Debbie are coming to visit this weekend and are bringing about 12 frozen dinners from Tillamook folk. We are well taken care of!!
Brent has some scheduled days to get out of the house in the near future. He is in serious need of time away, time without thinking about drugs, smelly kids, etc. He handles it all amazingly well, but I worry about him. Max & Cannon are awesome. I didn't think Max would ever be a wrestler since he doesn't like people touching him, but he had some impressive moves this morning while I was trying to get him dressed. Thorpe, you wouldn't want him, he'd tell you "no" all day long. Other than those daily fits, he's doing very well. He even shows signs of caring about Cannon from time to time. Cannon is hilarious and always good for a smile. When he gets excited he throws his arms out to the sides, does an air hump (sorry, but its true), and yells "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" ha ha ha, that kid's funny.