Chemo Week 3, Day 7 Nov 25, 2024 (12:30 AM)

 The lobby here at the Residence Inn is about 5 degrees too cold for my liking and my black cardigan is far too thin.  Jenny recently gifted me a thick hooded one but I'm afraid it got lost in the "laundry land" that is our basement. I shall make an effort to locate it before my shift on Friday. 

Today is my Sweet Jimmy's 5th birthday! He has become such a powerhouse of personality! He fears nothing. He will hug or tackle anyone without hesitation. He treats every new environment or situation as an opportunity to make new friends. He likes to mimic lines he hears from the TV with the same inflection until he gets it right. ("A few moments later" in a French accent is his current favorite.) IF you don't laugh at something he thinks is funny he will explain it to you til you concede. He loves watching football with Daddy. He doesn't understand it but he will yell "Go Commanders" or "Go Irish" til Dad lets out a whoop telling him his team scored and then he will cheer too. 

His teacher Mrs. Branderas tells me that he demands to understand the why of everything and while I'm sympathetic that this must be exhausting for her - it tells me he is no sheep, and that makes me happy.

Today is also the day of the Thanksgiving Luncheon at All Saints so I will be joining the boys for that. Then we will do cake and ice cream at Pop and Deedee's tonight. 

Meanwhile, I continue to fight this endless cough. Lava continues to explode from my -- never mind.  

The tips of my toes have lost some sensation and my scalp has begun to burn which means hair loss is eminent.  

I hit a bit of a low point this week when thoughts of my up coming surgery hit home. Words like AMPUTATION and BOOB LUMPS are sounding especially scary. But my sisters helps me focus on a post-mastectomy tattoo idea and I felt much better! I'm thinking something that starts under the left, swoops up between and ends over the right. Wind carrying leaves that turn to birds? Maybe. 

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