Well, I decided that the treatment was somewhat like labor: during it and a few days after, there's no chance in hell you'd even consider having another baby. But a week later, the story changes and it wasn't all that bad, honest. Last Thursday was the lowest day, but really, in hind sight, it wasn't all that bad. My mom, Aunt Gail and cousin Betsy may disagree, because they were the ones watching me sleep the day away! The things I was thankful for, other than them... dry cheerios, Gail's toast with jam, and a sip of coke at breakfast!!!! (I am thinking of Laura Farrell every time the coke touches my lips!) But by Friday, I was feeling better, and Saturday, somewhat normal even (whatever normal is around here).
I get my port on Friday. They tell me it's not a big deal, so I am hoping that's acurate. I report at 0630 and will be out of there within a few hours. Wish me luck. Then T2 is Tuesday the 23rd, which means I'd rather have Christmas on Friday! Supposedly, the hair begins to "thin" around day 15, which also falls around Christmas, but we'll postpone the shaving party until a day or two after. I haven't told Sadie yet, because I'm fairly certain it will be the topic of choice from the moment I mention it. So, we wait.
I hope everyone has a fantastic holiday and I'll be in touch soon!
Love Ash
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Mon amie,
Je t'aime beaucoup.
Je souhaite que je pourais me rappeler comment parler ou ecrire dans meilleur francais.
Je ne peux pas croire comment bravez et fort vous etes.
La bonne chance le vendredi et moi ne peur pas attendre pour vous voir le dimanche.
Amour,
yer sista!
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