A Week Off

This is my week off from the chemo that is infused into my body on Thursdays. I definitely have more of an appetite and a bit more energy. I'm not looking forward to going back in next week to have the putrid poison pumped peripherally into my person. I shouldn't whine, tho. Other than a little D&C, loss of appetite, and fatigue, I can't really complain.

The rash from the pill seems to be localized on my nose, chin, and scalp, and is drying up a bit. I still have what little hair I've always had. Maybe I won't need that veil or burka for the wedding after all.

Our dog Kohbi is entered in the Terry-All Kennel Club dog show this weekend at Adam's County Fairgrounds, a stone's throw away. He won his class today, took winner's dog, and got a 4-point major (his second). For those of you not in the dog-show world, and therefore not privy to our secret language and code words--he did good. He did this with no undercoat whatsoever. We will see how we fare tomorrow. Each day is different and you never know what will happen. Michael and I are talking about possibly going to Albuquerque in mid-May for the show down there. We shall see.

It's funny how, with Michael gone, the animals are pretty quiet and well behaved. I'm not sure what that means. Is his presence the catalyst for animal house chaos? Do they not love me enough to misbehave for me? What a minute; never mind. :-)

I am gearing myself up for the next couple of weeks. They will be busy.