It's a Beautiful Morning. Thanks Abraxane!

It's a Beautiful Morning

Greg and I have been taking advantage of the beautiful weather the past few days, sleeping on our screen porch on an air mattress. I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to sleep amidst the sounds of nature . . . and our house blocks the noise of traffic on the street out front.

So I hope you clicked on the orange hyperlink above and are enjoying the song that came to mind as I made my first cuppa. Go ahead, turn up the sound and sing along.

This morning I want to thank the researchers that came up with the ingredients to Abraxane. Wherever and whoever you are, you mean the world to me. With this new chemo regimen, I can fight cancer AND have a life. While I still find myself complaining about the weight I've gained and how ravenously hungry I am (due to both steroids and the drug I'm taking for sleep), I should be ashamed of myself. I truly did win the chemo lottery, Katy.

After the bulk of my hair fell out in the shower a few weeks ago, I had Greg put the 1/2 inch attachment on his electric clipper and cut the remainders. I didn't want to clog up the drain a second time. As it turns out, the remainders are still intact and don't seem to have it in mind to let go. Now I just look like I've survived Auschwitz long enough to have grown back some hair. I wear caps/hats when I leave home or have company, but I think it's more because I look good in hats and caps than it is an attempt to hide anything. Lord knows the way I dress some days is funky enough to give the impression I did this to my hair on purpose!

Whereas last time I went through chemo I had gobs of time on my hands to write, read, listen to podcasts, and stay put in my recliner -- this time I have a heavy schedule (or so it seems to those of us who are retired and relish the thought of having nothing on the calendar).

Monday's chemo, Tuesday's LiveStrong at the Y, Wednesday is unofficial group therapy day (which is going well even without a professional leader), Thursday is the Y again, and Friday is the start of my 3-day weekend. Since I feel good except on Tuesday and Wednesday (lack of sleep following chemo/steroids), I fill my days with chores, errands, and all the other things I love to do. What a grand experience this is compared to four years ago!!

This weekend I look forward to my grandson Simon's 6th birthday get-together on Saturday and hearing ZZ Top at Greenville's Catfish Races that night. (They must be truly hard up for gigs, eh?) And if I don't party too hard with Billy, Dusty and Frank on Saturday night, I hope to talk Greg into a motorcycle ride Sunday morning to Your Secret Kitchen in Vickery Village, Suamico.

Now C'mon. Join me in a measure or two, at least, of the Rascals' It's a Beautiful Morning