Good days and Bad days

The good days and bad days eventually even out. Today was a good day, and a sunny day which made it extra special. I like to get out even if only for a couple of hours on good days. Also, the chemo bag project is taking on a life of its own with more people wanting to help. That makes for good days for me as well. Focusing on this project keeps me from dwelling on my own treatment which keeps me positive. Not that I am always positive mind you, those bad days can be really bad. Most of the time they happen in the four or five days following chemo, but can creep up on me on odd days too.

I'm flattered by the compliments that I have received pertaining to my strength and positivity, and I do strive to keep as positive as possible. Saturday was a bad day that just crept up on me. I had slept on my port wrong, and had a headache all day. That launched me into a slight pity party for myself as I cried about wanting to have my hair back. Mark let me cry for a little awhile, held me, and said in a loving voice"You know your hair won't come back for awhile, but I love you, and you are beautiful." I pulled myself out of my rut, and Sunday was a good day.

So, strive for for good days everyone, know that there will be bad days, and encourage everyone you meet in a loving matter so their bad day may turn around.

Chemo bag update

The response has been incredible! And there are still things coming in! As of last night, there are 268 care bags filled and ready to be delivered. With the money that has been donated, we are going to shop to fill in a few more bags and buy $20.00 gas cards for the nurses to give people that they know need them to help ease the burden of driving loved ones to appointments and chemo. I have cried with happiness everyday as I looked at the bags ready to go and the groups that were involved. Multiple churches, my school district, boy scout and girl scout troops, and friends and family all contributed. All I can humbly say is THANK YOU!

No more hair

Day 13 and my hair started coming out in massive amounts. Right on schedule. Since I have chemo tomorrow and didn't want to deal with the regular side effects and my hair, I had it shaved off this afternoon. I didn't really cry at all. It's hair. It'll grow back. A lock of it is in a glass ornament and Paige is going to paint a breast cancer ribbon and the date on it for me. The first thing I did was face time my parents(who are in Florida) to thank them for giving me such a nice shaped head! I can totally rock this.

I will have an update on the chemo care bags next week. The final things are coming in and I am so excited at how many people we will be able to bless.
Think of me tomorrow as I have my second chemo treatment.

One week truths

here are my blatant truths about the first week.
1. I never know how I'm going to feel day by day or even hour by hour
2. I have had a headache everyday
3. Taking a shower exhausts me
4. My port is being a pain in the neck(literally)
5. I feel like a big baby most days
6. I have to use plastic utensils because I very thing tastes like metal
7. I ordered a wig
8. I ordered some hats and pre tied scarves
9. I managed the bone pain part pretty well
10. I am thankful for everyone who has been helping me