This morning found me in a bit of a funk. I made the mistake of looking in the mirror. My reflection was not there. It was the reflection of an old man. That is what I look like now. Almost completely bald except for the spiffy, scraggly mohawk that has decided to stay and fight the evil chemo. Then there is the fact my boobs jumped ship in Feburary. Combine that with the fact my bones ache so badly, I tend to stand all hunched over. So yes, I am the old man in the mirror.
After my short lived pity party, I headed off to chemo. Found the upside of being bald. My Oncologist found a suspicious mole on my scalp and he wants it checked out. Fortunately I know of a great specialist so I will get that set up.
My liver values are back to completely normal. My blood work is all within normal range so I get the green light to head to the chemo suite.
The infusion was uneventful. Just the normal side effects. Very tired now so I will take a quick nap and be ready to (hopefully) welcome at least one new foal to the family tonight. 2 mares look promising. I will report back if there is a new foal in the morning!
Tomorrow is shot day. Have I mentioned how much I hate shot day? That big needle that they plunge in to my stomach. Makes me queasy just thinking about it. I still have the numbing cream so I plan to frost my belly like a cake with that and cover it in plastic wrap 2 hours before shot time. That should take some of the sting out of the injection. I hope.
Have a great night!