All Pinked Out

Thursday was another 45 minute day at club chemo. It seems like we have been going to the CC forever, but I still have eight more treatments of herceptin to go. That is 24 more weeks. Practically half of a year. And a darn long time in dog years. It is getting tiresome. Much as I appreciate how the port helps the process, I am done with having this thing bumping up from my clavicle like a buried, enlarged pop bottle top. It is hard to cover up. I know, you are saying “just go with it”, and go topless as well! Yep. My five year cycle of oral medication began last week. The family vet advises that we have to watch the depression, the itching,the pain in my right side, and weight gain closely. Yep again. The pool is still closed for renovations just when I am most eager to return to aqua fit after my course of radiation. Remember that I am a water dog, and staying away from the pool causes bad temper and a very unfit body. The chemo drug herceptin gives me muscle and leg pain like I have never experienced in my life, and without my exercise, I can hardly walk up a flight of stairs without wincing.
Now at this point, you are probably saying that these people being treated for cancer just whine, and complain, and have nothing positive to say. Well, let me change the tone.
Senor had his pick line removed last Wed. and has been declared infection free by the IDD (we speak in medical jargon these days) We said goodbye to the home care nurses yet again. We really hope that this is the end of their visits to our little kennel.
News flash from the hair and beauty front! I now have 10 mini eyelashes on each upper lid, and I treated them to some mascara this morning. They are still talking about it. Fur removal products are required for my legs and the chin hair family. And….I do have a new and interesting hairdo. I am wearing, not the Rob Ford, but the Barack Obama. Hair colour pretty much what I had before. I was advised that the hair might come back as something totally different, and I was thinking about “Annie” with the curly red hair, but it is not going to happen on its own, and talk about not being age appropriate.
My latest read was a mystery called Bad Monkey by Carl Hiaasen and I do want to recommend it if you want to curl up on the sofa and just laugh and laugh and forget all of your cares and woes. Carl and I have a similar style of relating a story. Wry ? Sarcastic ? I think we might become pen-pals. I think that I might go and visit him in Florida. Miami, South Beach ! Oh, I forgot that I have to stay close to home until this cancer thing is over, and that Carl might be a bit resistant to meeting an aging groupie of the lit set. As “they” say- Get cancer, change your life. I don’t think “they” meant stalking columnists and writers but “they” were not clear. Just like the Canada’s senate rules when it comes to spending money. I wish I could have come up against Mike Duffy in my former position at RVH.
Till our next treatment.