Every day we leave family notes and reminders on this marker board on our
refrigerator. Most days it is just a note to my husband...or his note to me to
have a good day. Usually we sign off with the same initials...ILY...I love
you.
But the note I left on Thursday has stayed there...not ready to part with
it yet. Not because my artwork is all that skillful...but because I so believe
in the message. Power to the chemo!
Thursday was my second chemotherapy treatment...and thankfully, it was
relatively uneventful. Two of my friends, Rosanne and Monica, visited me and
kept me company while we laughed about old times...and looked forward to new
adventures together. These women go way back with me...to my desperate and
dateless days. And before I new it, six hours had transpired...and my chemo was
done. Much shorter than the nine hours for treatment #1.
And again, for the most part, the treatments have been very manageable.
However...the steroids...which I have to take for 5 days after the
chemo...do weird and unusual things to me. Really weird!
Those who know me...know I am not much of a cook. I don't really like
being in the kitchen...and when something does turn out right...no one is more
surprised than I am.
The steroids have totally jacked me up and turned me into a kitchen
zombie...wandering around all hours of the day...making things...from
scratch...with more than 3 ingredients!
Saturday, while my husband and son were out doing "guy" things...I made a
crock pot of chili...fresh banana bread...and later helped my husband bake some
chocolate chip cookies. At one point, he looked at me in the midst of all this
domestic rapture and asked: "Who are you?"
I have no idea! It has to be the steroids. I need them to protect my
vital organs from the toxins of the chemo...but for the five days I am on
them...I get very little sleep. So, I try to make good use of my
time...accomplishing things around the house...and now, the kitchen of all
places.
Power to the chemo! And now, Power to the Steroids!
