I am admitting up front that I am stealing the term "yucks" from my new friend, Jodi Allen. Jodi and I haven't met in person (yet!) but she and I were destined to meet.
Before I started my chemotherapy, the thought of entering the Infusion Center was so frightening. It was in the basement of the hospital; it had multiple beds lined up across the room with cancer patients getting treatments. It was what seemed to be the loneliest place on the planet.
I was visiting Barb at the Cancer Support Center on the Wednesday before my treatments began and after we got to talking she said that I reminded her of another patient that just happened to be there that day and she insisted that we meet. As we walked back into the Infusion Center all I could think about was how badly I didn't want to be there and how unfair it was that God had chosen me to take this path with Him.
One of those tips is that Day 6 and Day 7 just plain SUCK. They are the "Yucks". As noted earlier the side effects hit me like a ton of bricks. I was out of the office for two days wondering when I would get my spunk back. I could barely concentrate on the screen of my blackberry (and that doesn't happen often).
Waking up this morning and feeling good, healthy and energized was amazing. I have learned in a very short time how important it is to cherish every minute I have that I feel good.
So, I took extra time on my hair today. I took a picture because I wanted to have a photo of before it fell out, before I would have to shave it and before the wig came off the mannequin head that I have so oddly sitting on my bathtub.