So many choices for titles

It's not fair... (that I have one day of energy and 17 thousand days of energetic things to do).
Half way through.
Bald is the new black.
Saving money left and right on razors, shaving cream and shampoo.
So many funny things to say and not enough brain power to remember them.
Pissed off.
One hell of a weight loss program.

Well, that's the short list of all of the title's I have thought of for this entry. As you probably noticed, it took a while for me to write this one. My third treatment, January 6th was a doozy. The fatigue hit me on the way home from the appointment and I was asleep for the night at 4pm. I honestly think my body is making up for the sleep I haven't given it in 5 plus years! I guess being a early riser and a night owl isn't always the best plan of action.

Onward, I slept A LOT!!!!!! I didn't know I could be that tired. It seemed that life was happening around me, not to me. Sorry to all of you I said I'd call back after I put Sadie to sleep...I never resurface. As far as eating... not so much. I did manage to go to Sadie's first day with the school ski program, which was Friday the 9th. My mom and I took Chase in the sled and walked up and down the hill while Jason skied with her. She did a terrific job and was skiing on on her own as of that Sunday. The program was cancelled the following Friday ( minus 20 degrees will do that) so we went again on Sunday and I actually skied. Sure, I was green, didn't even recognize my friend's friend Shari, barely got my boots buckled, but I got to be with Sadie and Jason and that was well worth it. I would appreciate it if this information did NOT get back to my surgeons!!!!!!

Monday, two days ago was a pretty good day. It's just stinks trying to figure out how to spend the little time you feel okay. First thought is kids, and then the reality of bills, calls, vacuums (yeah right!!!!!) and all of the "stuff" comes into play. I have also noticed my reaction time is deplorable. It goes something like this:

I need to write a note to .....
the amount of time it takes me to get the paper, pen, envelope, words, address, and stamp all in the same room, I might as well have flown to see the person. Now, it actually has to be put in the mail box. Right. My intentions are not exactly turning into completed tasks. Bear with me, I beg you. I have this grand idea of sending a note to every person who has sent me well wishes. I will try, but my track record is, well, the word deplorable comes to mind again!

So, yesterday was my 4th and LAST AC treatment. My doc knew the last one didn't go well just by looking at my blood work. My potassium was low as was my WBC (white blood count). The potassium was because I hadn't been eating enough, and the WBC was because of the chemo. Along with the chemo, I had two bags of potassium, which take an hour EACH to drip. Exciting day, I tell you. But I watched the inauguration and was well entertained. The Doc said the next four treatments are better... less sickness. I begin these, the Taxol, on Feb 3. It comes with it's own set of fun like potential bone and joint pain, but it's more common in older patients and since I'm so young (tee hee), I'll breeze through it. Now, for the next two weeks, my goals are:
1. to eat
2. to not feel sick.
3. to walk.
4. to smile
5. to swim
6. to feel warm, St Croix beach warm
7. to enjoy life, all parts
8. to go snow shoeing on a full moon
9. to plan a trip
10. to make sure everyone knows how much I appreciate their help

That should keep me busy!

xo Ash