The Bonus Bleo Report

Bonus Bleomycin Wednesday 3.2 went off without a hitch. I was brave and took the stick without the numbing spray that was starting to irritate my skin. I dripped so fast, my nurse Shirley (who reads this sometimes because she's that awesome!) had to suck the air back out of my lines. And I got to take the surgical superglue off my port incision, so it looks like a very small scar now instead of a scary Frankenstein badge; It will protrude like a very misplaced anklebone until they take it out or I gain 30 pounds, but it's not that obvious if you're not looking for it. I was home by 11:30 and hung out and ate lunch and rested without incident. My friend Jeanne took me, and I really enjoy showing people my friends at the chemo room.

The downer was that my friend Liz, who's 80-something and also has ovarian cancer came in today, too. I was happy to see her, but she hasn't been doing as well and now has to come in every week for chemo, which is a change in her regimen because her tumor markers had gone up instead of down. Stupid cancer.


In all the excitement about the accordion, I failed to mention the very sweet collection of cards I received this week from the kids' Sunday school class at Shalom in Tucson. I guess I'm doubly impressed because I didn't really believe in cards till I was 15 or so, but now-a-days they really keep me going. Thanks for thinking of me, guys!!!