Seeing the light of day, finally!

It hasn't been since Saturday night that I've felt sorta normalish. Stella, Marshall's 87-year-old auntie who lives with us, continuously asks me if I've eaten, and what I've eaten, and why I'm not eating regular meals. And when I speak to my mother all she can ask is "So when's the surgery?" even though we've all tried to explain that with me it's chemo first, then surgery, then radiation.

So, does getting old mean I have to be like them?

My new laptop is FABULOUS. I can sit wherever I want in our place and type to my heart's content. Now that I feel well enough, anyway.

The injections I have to give myself are not bad at all - a tiny sting when the needle breaks skin, but otherwise nothing at all. Once a day, and the drug is called neupogen (sp?) which will help my bone marrow make new healthy red blood cells. I think. It's a lot to remember.

OK, that's enough for now. I'm headed back to bed to rest, will check in later.