Yesterday was the first round of chemotherapy. As could be expected, it took a while for everything to begin since the nurses were making sure everything was working well, which it did. I had no reaction at all to any of the chemotherapy drugs. Of course, it was a long day but a good one, if that can be said about a day of chemotherapy.
Having my family and a few close friends with me throughout the process did help keep me centered and positive. A real treat was gaining a new friend, courtesy of Lindsay and Ryan. Everyone seems to think that Mo the Chemo Bear should join me for every treatment, but we’ll have to see about that. I don’t think a bear the size of Mo has ever been a regular in the lab. By the end of the day, he was sporting a pair of bunny ears on one of his ears, and there is no telling what he’ll be wearing next. He’ll spend the three weeks to the next treatment on April 26 in my office at school. He’s rather big, so I think he’ll be hiding out in my office for awhile.
Today was a good day, probably because I’m still on the medication that surrounds a chemotherapy cycle. The things I’m learning—quite honestly, it’s a whole new experience!
I’ll lose all of my hair in 15-17 days, according to the nurses, so I got a short chemo haircut today. When I say short, I do mean short! I have never had such a cut, but this will mean that I won’t have as much to lose. The way the process was described to me reminded me of the Phantom when he removes his wig near the end of The Phantom of the Opera, and that’s not a pretty image. I’ll have someone shave what’s left when that happens, but don’t worry, I plan to wear scarves (my favorite accessory!) to cover up.
Here’s a picture taken at the salon. It won’t look like that when I do it myself, but it’s only for about two weeks.
By the way, although this is the third picture I’m inserting into this blog, I don’t plan this to be a habit. From here on out, the looks go downhill, I hear.
There is something about all of this that is still very unreal to me. I think that’s why I wanted to have a picture in the lab so I could see that it was happening and also why I wanted the picture of my new and temporary look. I don’t like having my picture taken, much less posting it myself somewhere, but I’m doing it.
I hope that you know that I’m not being frivolous about this. I do understand that this is a battle, but I am not afraid, which is saying something for me. As I mentioned in the first post, I had spent much of my life afraid but had overcome that about 12 years ago. I didn’t want to be captive to that experience again, and thanks to your prayers I have not been.
The reality is that it is what it is—and God is who He is. I am ready for what lies ahead because of your prayers and love and concern and notes and food and calls. You remind me that the body of Christ is real and serves as a tangible presence of the Lord’s work in our lives. From the bottom of my heart and the hearts of my family, may you encounter Him in a real way on Resurrection morning and every morning. That’s what we are doing every morning.