Early Halloween

We had an early Halloween trial run. Debbie made Max's Halloween costume, and when he saw it, he actually wanted to put it on, and wore it for a few hours. And, he let us take his picture. Well, he let Smama Debbie take his picture. He posed and everything. For those of you that don't know Max, these things don't just happen. We went ahead and dressed up Cannon as well in case on Friday Max refuses to wear the hat, or requires a sucker bribe to get his picture taken. More chemo Friday as well. I'm hoping to not get sick until after trick or treating, but if it doesn't work out, then at least I have a picture. :)
We were also visited this weekend by Grandma Milly and Uncle Dennis who loaded us with food from the family farm. It was great to see them, and Max was especially impressed when he heard that Dennis and Milly have tractors and cows. Sold, he likes them.
I haven't written anything in a while because I feel like its all the same. Good week, bad week, waiting for it to be over. I love feeling good, I dread going back. I have shaved my head. Razor shaved it. I did it a while ago, but apparently forgot to mention it. I don't mind having no hair. I like wearing hats, and I hear "you have a good shaped head" a lot. That's a compliment I never thought I'd be getting. I get cold a lot, but that's not a new thing. If I don't have a hat on, I feel like there's a constant breeze on my scalp. Some of it seems to have started growing back, but only in patches. I could have a really sweet mullet. Ok, maybe not a mullet, but a weird patchy thing going on anyway. Classy. Oddly enough my leg hair has not stopped growing. I'm incredibly annoyed by this one. I don't feel like I should have to shave my legs at this point. Hair falls out on my head, and is growing on my legs. Shouldn't this be something most men are concerned about like after 50 or something? Not a 30 year old (almost 31! holy crap!) female. If it starts growing in my ears, or in my nostrils at an alarming rate, then I don't know what I'll do.
After Friday I should be halfway done. This means cocktail #1 is done. I've had adriamycin and cytoxan (those are close, probably not exactly right), for the last 3 treatments, and the last one Friday. The next four doses are T something. I have it written down, I don't remember what it is. When I actually start getting it, then I'll probably remember what it is. Only one drug, I have hopes that it'll be easier, but everyone that I talk to tells me that it all was the same as far as how their body handled it. Fun. I'm stoked.
I meet with the radiation doctor on Tuesday morning. I'm starting to get more curious about what that's all about. I am mainly excited for the four weeks I have in between chemo and radiation. I'll bet I feel like a million bucks! :)
I see Christmas decorations everywhere. Its early for all of that stuff, but it makes me think Christmas is right around the corner and chemo will be close to done by then... Bring on the Christmas music Lisa!
Brent got a card in the mail that says "When people care for you they can straighten out your soul." I love that. Thanks.