I wanted to have my picture taken for my first day of chemo, like when I went into the first grade. I think I did a lot better going to chemo than I did with the first grade. It helped a lot to have been to chemo with Judy a few times last year, so I knew what to expect.

I took my very expensive anti-nausea drug as directed before chemo. They also give me a version of Decadron and an anti-nausea drug in the many bags I am hooked up to. I am on a regimen of Taxotere and Cytoxin to kill any residual cancer molecules. I read and watched what was going on. My parents and Bjorn tag-teamed to hold my hand in the next chair, I was wrapped in a warm hug of a prayer shawl donated by Verna. Hooked up by 9AM, out of there by 12. Had homemade gazpacho and toasted asiago bread at home, a good nap, a mile beach walk, and Italian Courtyard for dinner.

Today I was in a Decadron euphoric manic state. Day two of the very expensive anti-nausea drug. Walked a little less than four miles this AM. It takes longer to do things like get clean and to clean my condo. Mom went wig shopping with me and we had a great time with that. Hair scheduled to fall out right about 8/3. Then we went back to the chemo place for the Neulasta shot that is supposed to keep my white blood cell count from plummeting. I wore my new wig, and I swear to God, this woman sitting next to me said "where do you go to get your hair done?" And I said "wig" and she was so positive about how she'd never guess. And then the rest of the people in the waiting room gave me some props too. That was a great boost to morale.

The Neulasta is supposed to bring on some pretty bad bone pain. We shall see. So far so good, mostly just fatigue.

One day at a time.