The last couple weeks have been rough...I won't lie. The couch has been my home almost constantly. I've been nauseaus Wednesday-Saturday and tired beyond my wildest imagination. I have red sensitive skin around my eyes, which won't stop tearing so that people keeping asking if i'm crying. My tastebuds are like someone's from another planet....most things taste either like I just took a big drink from the ocean or am eating a tin roof. So my daily meals consist of the only things that taste good which I can name on one hand: eggs, cheese, salad, bananas and oranges. If I try other things it can send my stomach into somersaults. I've got "chemo-brain" and am having a hard time expressing simple English and I have SEVEN more weeks of all of this. Chemo tends to mess with your mind as much as your body. I'm having a really hard time seeing whatever light there is at the end of this 7-week tunnel. It's stealing my positivity.

Ok, I'm done complaining.
Bright spot: (I guess it's bright) Oncology called and said that while my white cells have gone through the roof (thank you Neupegen), my platelets have crashed too far down to have chemo tomorrow and I don't have to make it up because as my oncologist said "there's already PLENTY onboard"...so Hercepten (just a one hour bag) is it for tomorrow. Maybe some of these symptoms will subside a little this week. Heck, by Friday I could actually feel good enough to walk up in the yard...woo hoo.

2nd bright spot: I have the best husband in the world. He has stood beside me, taken care of me, let me cry when I felt like it, put a stop to any pity party, and has just plain BEEN THERE...I know I couldn't have gotten even this far without him. He's definitely my rock and I'm very blessed.