Eternal Hippies A Year Homemade and Beyond

I started radiation treatments on Tuesday. They are 5 days a week for 5 weeks. I was told my appointments would be the same time each day so Joe and I arranged our jobs around that notion. But when I got to my first appointment I was told no, it would change day to day. This upset both us and I let the nurse know that wouldn't work for me. She said she'd work on it, but the next day the appointments were still at different times in the afternoons. I'm going to loose money (not working, not getting payed) over this and Joe is upset because he wants to take me to my appointments, but with the crazy scheduling, there will be times he won't be able. Today is one of those days. He said he would look at his work schedule, but I'm not getting my hopes up. I like him to drive me for many reasons. The most important is because I love him and want him near. Plus, I am not comfortable driving at night. It still gets dark early here in the south. Also, it's an hour away fro

Happy New Year, just in case I hadn't said it yet. Monday I had a scan to get ready for radiation. They "tattooed" me where they are going to point their 'lasers'. I'm a little sore from that. It looks like all of my treatments will be at the end of the day, so I'll only miss 30 minutes of work each day. If they were in the morning, I would have lost 2 hours each day, so this is good news! I am getting a little bit of "peach fuzz" on my head. My hair is starting to grow. So far it's difficult to see, it almost looks clear, but I am certain it will be white when it comes back. I've got roughly 8 weeks for it to grow back before the doctor makes the decision where I need to go back for more chemotherapy. Back in October she said I would need it, but the last time I saw her in December, she said I might not. That would be great if I didn't! My oldest son, Sean, has come to stay and help out for awhile.We don't have room for him

Sleep. It seems that is all my body wants to do. It's beyond fatigue. I wear my exhaustion all over my face. Everyone that sees me comments on how tired I look. Yup, that's what you want greeting you, a worn out receptionist. My co-worker is about to become a grandmother. Sally, the Generous. Bless the whole family. Very exciting! So I finally remembered to order some new jeans. Been wearing the same pair for the past 4 years and they look it. Faded and the spandex worn out. The big box store I used to buy them at stopped carrying them, so I went to the website that the company who makes them. They were on sale, yeah! It's the same company that makes my bras and since the same big box store stopped carrying those as well, I ordered them too. And they were cheaper. It's nice when I can get a deal on items that I was going to get anyway. That's about it. My energy level is so low. I want a nap. about a 6 hour nap. no, make that a 12 hour nap. I'm sure having