No news is no news.

Next chemo treatment is Wednesday, and I am very much enjoying having an extra day or two to feel pretty good (though tired) in. I have even eaten spicy food TWICE.

This time around, I got a sore between two teeth, and the after-effects have proved stubborn. Otherwise, all is status quo. Hair continues to fall out, blood pressure continues to be a little wonky, tiredness continues to continue. I am still trying to drink what feels like inordinate amounts of water. Food continues to taste a little bit funny.

And the Neulasta arrived right on schedule!

Tomorrow, I am going to try and go into work for a meeting. This will be a longer drive than I have tried so far, though not much longer than my weekly Whole Foods pilgrimage.

Hare today, goon tomorrow.

Yes, that's the punchline from the famous "Little Rabbit Foo-Foo" joke, boldly appropriated by me. Currently:

• Most of the hair is gone, though there's enough left to make the truly bare patches look ...disturbing.
• I have a new appreciation as to why men with short / no hair wear hats. I am wearing one well-nigh constantly.
• On the other hand, when I need some radiational cooling, it's available at the drop of a hat!
• There may not be a whole lot in my head, but there's certainly enough space for whatever's there -- in fact, if I didn't have a pronounced double chin, I'd look quite top-heavy.
• Our smaller kitty has decided that the top of my head is very nice to lean against.

Today was a quiet day, though I did manage to cook a real dinner (sauted chicken breasts in a shallot pan sauce with baked potatoes and broccoli.) And tomorrow, I'm going to try and do some work.

Maybe I'll get to have some fun after all!

I was just looking over my heap 'o' cancer lit (already growing like the thing itself), and there's a treatment description that says I have a month's recovery time between treatment types. This means that maybe, if I heal up fast and don't need additional surgery, I can actually visit some relatives and friends over the summer. YAY!

It also means that, best case, I'll be done with this stuff in time for Christmas. Worst case, we're talking Easter. (Very worst case, we're talking indefinitely; and, as previously noted, in the infinitive we're talking Infinitely, but let's leave that bridge till we blast it with gamma rays, yes?)