The New Year and Getting Better

Well it’s a new year and I’m among the living. Just finished with Cycle Three. For some reason I thought it was going to be easier – it should have been. The Second cycle was easier than the first, and this time they took my dosage down from 255 mg of chemo to 175 mg chemo. Guess they were worried about my bone marrow. So . . . should be easier, right? Not so. This was a tough one for me. More nauseous. But I keep telling myself, embrace it, Shelly. If you’re feeling bad then it has to be doing good things in your body. And I’m sure it has. But today is a new day. NO PILLS! And I am free for three more weeks until Cycle Four. So for theses three weeks I have 3 simple things planned: I am going to ride Fandango which I haven’t done in a very long time, I’m going to braid Junior’s mane (he’s my stunning grey Fandango 3 yr old son) and I am going to groom my mares. I’m also going to go on another tour of USC with Katie.

Thanks again to all of you who helped from near and far. Thanks especially to Maxine who stepped up to help administer my pills this time. Oh yea, pathetic, I forgot to tell you that it has turned into a 3 person process. Remember the ritual I told you about a couple posts back? Well now it takes an extra person. I try not to even look at the pills. Just the sight, feel and smell of them can get me going. So while Maxine is pressing on my pressure points and praying for me, I have someone put the pills on my tongue and feed me liquid (which I am also experimenting with – changing from water to pear juice to peach nectar etc). Who knows the answer to this one . . how many people does it take to take a pill? If you figure it out, let me know! Love to you all.