Still Polly

"But I don't know where any of this goes !" Now imagine hearing that sentence repeatedly, in a totally whiny voice that breaks in a super pathetic way, and with hand gestures like a two year old. Now you've got my Christmas 2016 decorating refrain. Bob, of course -- the stinkin' calm in the storm -- said that this was my first time decorating this  house, and that he knew it would be beautiful. Dang it. Working on a hard deadline while going through chemo is sort of a joke. I considered the weekend before Thanksgiving my last "free" weekend. It had been 10 days since my fourth and last AC treatment, and of those the last 3-4 days I felt nearly normal. It was a good thing, too, because the family had tickets to the Notre Dame game, which would be my very first time. And it was a doubly good thing I was feeling decent because it was miserably cold and snowy, and it was going to take quite a bit of energy to navigate this whole day, get to see the t...

Recent ideas for post titles: Being at the mercy of your bodily functions. Treatment with a side of side effects. Ten easy ways to hide a bald head. Phone nurses and you: a beginner's guide. Chemo rhymes with bellissimo, and that ain't bad. I'm not up to the usual update, my friends. I don't want to write about things that hurt, or things that are scary, or uncomfortable stuff. At least not right now. I want to talk about being able to just lay down . So the weekend after the last treatment, with the help of some advice from a phone nurse, I actually felt pretty good. Saturday I was able to open my eyes without pain and actually function. Sunday I made it to early Mass, breakfast, and even an errand. I kept saying how strange it was that I didn't feel like I was going to die. I did a lot those two days, but when I felt tired I just laid down  -- totally weird for me. The part of me that can't and won't lay down relented, she didn't eve...