Today was a productive day. I was able to empty the dishwasher without assistance (not sure whether or not that is a good thing.) Aunt Bern took me wig shopping. I was worried I would be more emotional than I was. It wasn't bad. We went to her salon that happens to also have people that specialize in this sort of thing. The woman there was exceptionally kind and made me feel very at ease. We tried on a few different styles and colors, and came up with what I think is a nice fit. I even put one wig on crooked just for Stup in honor of Grandma. It gave us both a chuckle. I find the only way to manage this craziness is to not take it too seriously, or at least try not to.
Then we went for a lovely lunch. I had sushi since I suspect that will not be so tempting once chemo starts. (For those who know my fish aversion, I had a california roll and a cucumber roll. Nothing crazy.)
After that I came home and realized the day was too pretty to sit in the house. So I laced up my sneaks and took a 50 minute walk. Pretty decent for someone who got tired walking around the block two weeks ago. I am getting stronger each day. Better and Better!
I have two weeks and a wake-up until chemo starts. It's coming fast and furious. I need to build myself up as much as I can before that starts. I want to be as healthy and strong as possible. I figure the better shape I am in to start, the better I will be going through. I have my wardrobe all ready to go for my very first day. Shorts and my "start strong, finish stronger" shirt. Is there really anything more appropriate than that? I don't think so.
Tomorrow I am getting together with cousins for lunch and maybe a bit of craft shopping. Before that though, I hope I have enough energy to get another nice walk in. Maybe I can shoot for a full hour. I also need a pedicure. I have to get a good one before chemo starts because once you start chemo, they aren't allowed while you are in treatment. Talk about sad! They take away all the fun stuff. Oh well, at least I won't have to shave my legs for the rest of the summer. That's right folks, when the hair goes, apparently, it ALL goes. The oddities of chemo.
I just look forward to November when I can say the worst is behind me.