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Getting Ready

I had a really good weekend. I got to relax and feel normal, well mostly normal, when you are noticeably bald and meet new people, you don't get to feel totally normal.

I start chemo again on Thursday. I am kind of nervous. This next round of chemo is not going to have as severe of side affects as the first but it is more often.

I keep looking forward to August/September. To the point where this will be something I did - not something I am living each day. There are parts that are so difficult I don't think I can handle it. Then there are days when I just sit back in awe of the amazing people around me, the people that love me. It is such a trying time and also such a time of growth and appreciation of the many people in my life.

I guess I am trying to prepare myself to go back to the doctors office Thursday. This is the first Chemo I am going to by myself. In a weird way I am glad I am going this one alone. I think it will be good to do one alone. I have no idea why I think that but I do.

I will write another blog on Sunday and let you all know if the doctor was right when he told me this chemo would be easier.

P.S. If you are a boy and read this tell me if it is normal to rub your head all the time. I catch myself rubbing my head a lot - was not sure if that was normal. ;)

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Unknown said…
Totally normal. The amount of head rubbing is inversely proportional to the amount of hair. I noticed it across the board when I was in basic training. Gobs of hairless guys suddenly started rubbing their heads in mid thought. It was kind of funny.

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