Got my chemotherapy power port removed today. True to my mom’s wish she was alive to see me through my treatment and double mastectomy for breast cancer before passing away from her own fight with ovarian cancer 3 weeks ago. My mom, my light and strength who taught me how to fight and be strong. I love and miss you every day mom. ❤🕊❤ — at Saint Francis Cancer Center.
Yes. He is indeed: the bomb. the bees knees. and the cat’s meow.
Fluffy: still the gatekeeper of who gets on the bed (including humans); Scout: trying to hide from Fluffy behind the blanket (and by closing his eyes); Boo: you’re screwed (the “kitten” and not pictured here because the gatekeeper won’t let him on the bed).
Today marks December 7th my 2nd chemo treatment. Sabine has decided to spend the entire day with me today and I’m very happy about that. My mom won’t be able to come because she has a little fever running and she doesn’t want me to get sick; I can appreciate that. I’m feeling really good. Sabine and I played cards and looked through magazines and chit chatted most of the day. When Elaine saw me wearing one of my hats she asked if I would, for her, cut my hair as short as possible because it’s really all falling out and it starts to look really gross and kind of scary.
I ended up finishing at the treatment center at 2:30 which was very nice so Sabine decided to bring me home letting Frank work a little longer. We stopped at Marshalls and I got myself another nice hat and a little skirt and a sweater. When we got home Kelly was home but Jen was already at the barn. We decided that I would take a warm hot tub and then they would cut my hair together. So I got in the tub and washed and kind of pulled through as much as long hair I could and then Sabine cut the rest. Kelly was really good she got a fishing net and scooped up all the loose hair from the tub. I now definitely have to wear hats.
Like this one…
Gonna kick breast cancer’s ass.