Can’t you tell? I did not want to go get more chemo today. It sucks. I hate it.
This morning when I woke up is the best I’ve felt in two weeks and now I am filled with this chemo crud all over again.
It makes me crabby.
The wig. Isn’t it awesome. My son and his friends bought it for me with one of my dear, dear friends who I am so honored to know. I love my friends.
My son was so excited to give this to me and today is the first day I have worn it. He was so happy and proud, he made me walk him in to his camp to show me off.
Here is what I have learned about wigs: they itch, they make you sweat but you just need to ignore it because as I (and Fernando) have said many times, It is better to look marvelous than to feel marvelous.
So I ignore the itch.
I got many complements in the infusion room.
And I do look marvelous even though my double chin is showing.
Nom nom nom. I get hungry on steroids. HULK SMASH!!! And eat.
A great deal of the weight seems to be water retention because I can’t taste anything, I have been salting everything. Not the best move. I am stopping today. I am already less puffy than I was before.
We like to say that I look like a big Jigglypuff:
Do you know what Jigglypuffs do? They sing and it makes people fall asleep and then they write on their victims’ faces with Magic Marker. You know I would totally do that!
I am trying to think of myself as a Jigglypuff and not this guy: