My ironing basket is empty. There's a joy (and one that I'm not all that accustomed to). I had a nice talk with a good friend on the phone. That was a joy too. I got the tree down, and the decorations put back up in the attic. The poor house looks naked. I'm not all that sure that can be called a joy, but I'm glad that it's done. It just feels good to be productive, and it is a sign, to me anyway, that once I get this chemo knocked down, it won't be long until I'm up and active again. Hey. What do you know? Another joy!
This second half of chemo will be different. Instead of two drugs, I will have only one, taxol. A woman who's had the treatment said that the last half of chemo was a lot easier for her than the first half. Caroline, the woman with the blog, said that her fingernails and toenails turned black and fell off. Everyone is different, and so no one actually predicts what will happen for you. They can't really. There are steroids involved, and so I might gain weight. Body aches are a common side effect. I guess that I will see what happens tomorrow. I'll be glad to get this second half underway. It seems easier to endure what is happening than it does to try to be level headed about what is going to happen.