Who, me?  Waiting on another day for toxins to clear my body?  Dr. Hunter said I looked anemic.  Surprise!  I am anemic, hence all the Procrit shots and blood transfusions, etc., etc.

I'm sorry, I'm being a smart-ass.  By Friday, the chemo should be pretty well gone.  I get my teeth on Monday--one week from tomorrow. 

Heidi volunteered to wheel me around at the Fiesta, but I think I'll pass--it won't be as hot out there as normal, but it'll still be pretty warm.  I may have to send her for some food, though.  I'll eat it over the course of a few days; my appetite is still pretty small.

My brother, Jim, whose birthday is Tuesday, found me some Edy's lemon bars, which I love and haven't been able to find for years!  Should I venture out and get one?

Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,                                                           Hebrews 12:1

. . . you guys don't have to read this when you see it.  I know it's terribly boring and repetitious, but the whole point of blogs is for individuals to express themselves and how they are feeling.  No one has to actually read it.

This is day 11 after my final chemo.  I am waiting very anxiously, as you well know, to be somewhat normal.  I would like to be able to not dread going to the bathroom, because of the possibility of falling.  Contributing factors (side effects of chemo) to falling and breaking, among other things (God forbid), your teeth:

a.  orthostatic hypotension,

b.  neuropathy in my feet and legs, and

c.  vasovagal syncope.  

You medical people know what those are, but I won't bore you if you don't.

Heidi's taking me to two doctors' appointments in between her Light the Night bake sale at Fairlawn Plaza (and Nikki's 25th birthday!!!)--an endocrinologist at 11:15, and the neurologist at 2:45.  She'll be by in a little bit--thank God she got me a wheelchair!

Didn't wanna read yesterday--just laid around like a lump, trying to sleep as much as possible.  Partially successful. 

Kathy had to go home yesterday--she does a really good job, but some people resent the fact that she gets them out of their comfort level.  May not be fun all the time, but we all need to be shaken out of our ruts once in a while.

Well, better get dressed.

Love,

Mary Dodson, the mess