My hair is falling out.
Also, my oncologist wants my Mediport re-positioned before my next treatment.
Which means I need to have surgery again within the next 9 days.
And my body is neutropenic, which landed me in the ER briefly on Sunday when we were worried that my pre-treatment Upper Respiratory Infection (URI) had transformed into something else. And even though it was nothing (and it took me very nearly passing out and requiring an IV of fluids), I don’t think my pathetic little immuno-fail body can take surgery.
So I’m working that out, while seething at my onc for making this stupid call.
Needing love and affection and good vibes and everything as much as possible because today is the worst day.