This next week starts the round of chemo again. I don’t feel too bad today and have, for a few days, felt OK. They said the last week I would probably feel OK.
My hair was falling out so I had a friend shear my head. I thought I’d not mind being bald. But I looked in the mirror and my head looks too small, white (from no sun for decades), and generally really stupid looking. I still don’t think I’m a wig kind of person. I knit a few caps but Frank doesn’t like some of them. So, I’m still working on them.
I was surprised at how embarrassed I felt at being so unattractive. First they make you feel like terrible; Now I look like terrible. Not fair. It’s very demoralizing.
The good news is that this chemo is very targeted and effective. After just 2 weeks, the big tumor is a fraction of its size!!! It’s working. If I can tolerate the chemo, it should work 100%.
Turkeys were packed up and moved to Accokeek National Historic Farm today. It was a lot of work packing equipment and then the birds. But it is done. Please go visit and bring “Buffy”, and the gang, some raisins or apples. I will miss them. I hope they like their new home. Joe, their new caretaker, seems to work well with them.