Following in the pattern established in my first round of chemo, tomorrow is my first infusion of the second cycle and my hair is starting to fall out. I will be bald within two weeks. What a thing to have knowledge of. I expect that the chemo brain portion will also kick in in a week or so. That is when I get absent minded, my mind stays in a permanent fog as dense as anything in San Francisco. Not something I am looking forward to.
New York hasn't called yet. I called them today and was reminded of what I don't like about New York. If you can't say it in ten seconds or less they lose patience with you and courtesy is a luxury they seldom chose to afford. Anyway, I know the radiologist's report is on the desk of the head of the team. Now to wait for the analysis at that end.
Tomorrow we are expecting the annual blast of three days of winter to arrive. Snow mixed with rain. The whole recipe is rain and sleet, with ice forming at every inconvenient place like bridges and shady places, just add people who have absolutely no clue how to drive on roads that are flat straight and dry and you have every reason to stay off the roads, at home and inside. I have to go to a doctor's appointment tomorrow, probably before the storm hits, and then chemo Wednesday. That's just about three miles away on a very safe street, no bridges to speak of and it's a reasonably straight shot. But stand by for footage on the national news of cars doing the pirouettes and point to point contact so famous from this area when it ices over. Just hope I am not one of them.
Stay warm America. The new year is in the offing and with it apparently a new set of nasties to vex us. I intend to be here for all of the new year, bald and all.
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