Some Good Days; and Some....

So, I've had a few days of really feeling good, almost normal. Good stamina, but not sleeping through the night. Guess I should have not been so cocky in thinking this was going easier than expected. Because today I took that step backwards. You know; two steps forward, and then one step back.

I awoke very early again, but then was in a funk, depressed, and very tired all day, napping off and on. I did make the walk to the mailbox later in the day, which felt good. And made a feeble attempt at some knitting and weaving amongst watching my final episode of Masterpiece Theatre. A bit of the queasy stomach, low appetite, and fuzzy head seems to have reappeared too. Then there was the feeling of why me, why cancer; why, why???? So it is one day at a time, as they say. Just roll with it.

I'm blaming the hair loss on some of my mood; but in reality I'm sure it is just the chemotherapy treatment in general. The hair is still here on my head, much to my dismay. But it is everywhere else as well, and very annoying. It still is not coming out in clumps yet, but is quite thinner than normal. But if you didn't look too close, you might not even notice I was starting to lose it.

I'm so looking forward to Sarah's weekly visit tomorrow. If I'm up to it, we will play with fiber, and maybe even do some dyeing. Then Donna arrives Wednesday, and we both can't wait to see each other, hug, and spend some time together. I have a feeling she will be able to revert back to her hair stylist days and help me a bit with this head of retreating hair. Thank Goodness!

Hugs, Debbie... aka the cancer warrior; soon to be survivor 

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