Christmas has come and gone, and though it was great to have Sarah home for the Holiday, it was a week full of illness. Sarah and I were attacked by the Sinus Monster. Dry Air and Cold Weather were not our friends. The humidifier helped, but was a little to little, a little too late. We got out for the last two days of her trip home, and even though I didn't feel well, I didn't say a word, for I didn't want to not go out with her for lunch and shopping.
My friend Erin came over Sunday for a wig party. Erin was the wig mistress on Grey Gardens on Broadway, and very talented at what she does. So after much juggling of schedules we finally got together to play with wigs. I have two right now, thanks to Erin. Both bobs, one blonde and one dark brunette. I like the blonde. Not a peroxide blonde, but a dark Blonde, good for my skin tone and sassy. Erin is styling a human hair wig that will be more like my real hair. Close to my hair before chemo. I still like going bald, it's more comfy. Wigs are hot and make me itch. But it is fun to change it up, and to be honest, the scarves are getting old. So we tried on many wigs, and laughed at some and oohed at others. Then Brunch as a thank you for Erin's time and the loan of the wigs. Sarah and I then headed to SoHo for some New Year's Eve dress shopping. It is so important to look great when you are young. Me? I'll throw on something clean and decent, don my sassy blonde wig and head to Inwood to bring in a better year with my Cancer Vixen friend Cheryl.
The next day, I didn't feel good, but shopping was not done, so I bit down and forged forth with Sarah not feeling well. I think we both acted as if we were fine, not wanting to disappoint the other. The air was cold and the wind was mean, but we pushed forward, undaunted by the frigid weather. Met with Warren and Kia, and then headed home to fall apart with tears and anger at not feeling well. Packed, ate, and went to bed. By the time my head hit the pillow the lymph node in my neck was so sore that to simply touch it made me cry out in pain.
The night passed fitfully, and the morning came too soon, and then Sarah was gone, off on her plane to take her to warmer weather. Me left behind, wishing I could go with her, to the better temperatures. My low-grade fever growing more and more nagging, the lymph node now screaming in pain, I called the doctor and now I must go to the office tomorrow for blood work and a visit. Ah! the cost of chemo. Lowering the white blood cell count has its price. I can only hope this doesn't derail Chemo #5 on Tuesday. I want this over on schedule, no delays because of weather related illnesses.
I'm so envious of my daughter who now is in the warmth of LA. So she basks in the sun while I cower under mounds of blankets and shawls as the vicious wind howls outside and shakes the windows and rattles the doors in its attempt to penetrate our walls to freeze us. Winter is here.
Stay warm!
Nite!
Light and Love!
Melissa
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