Christmas and New Year’s went by so quickly this year. Maybe it was because it was like 80 degrees in Georgia. Christmas is always small with my family. I miss being in New York with the extended family. Now, everyone has babies and I’m missing out! We didn’t do much. I made my traditional Christmas morning breakfast for everyone. We opened presents. Then, we watched Inside Out, Divergent, and Insurgent. We refused to let my mother make us watch another Lifetime Christmas movie. My sister made a nice Christmas dinner and that was it. My mom took us shopping the next day because she didn’t actually get us any gifts. She claims she doesn’t know what to buy for us.
I spent New Year’s Eve with my friends. We had a chili cook off. There were 5 competitors and a lot of food! I think we all wanted to take a nap afterwards. But, to make it to the countdown, we played a card game called Werewolf. It’s basically like a fancy version of Mafia. I didn’t make chili. But, I made a peach cobbler for the first time. I didn’t get to try it but I heard good reviews. After I got home, I spent some time on the phone with my drunk, long distance best friends. It was a good way to end the night.
I spent these past couple off chemo weeks catching up with a lot of friends who were in town for the holidays. I’m so glad everyone was willing to make the trek to my side of town to hang out with me. I know I live kind of far from everyone. So thanks to Sunny, Hudson, Christian, Pam, Sean, Nicole, Josh, my Rhos, grandbiggie and family, my Doc Fam line, and Justin for spending time with me during my good weeks. Sorry if I missed anyone. It was a busy couple weeks.
My sister was also in town for a couple weeks. We did a lot of stuff. We went to another sip and stroke class, ate lots of sushi, hung out with her high school and college friends, went to the giant Sweet Hut in Duluth, and probably a lot more.
She left on New Year’s Day and took my grandmother back to New York with her. Grandma has been having more dementia episodes lately. I literally had to pick her up on the side of the road one day. She left because she said she had to walk to some office so “the people” would take her to redo her dentures. She also threw a plastic bag of pine straw into the bushes before she would get into my car. Later when we got home, she was going crazy looking for that plastic bag because she said there was money in it. My sister and I went back to find the bag. It was just filled with pine straw. So, she’s back in New York with my family there for a while. I wonder if she’ll come up with different stories up there.
I start my second and final round of ICE chemotherapy tomorrow. I’ll have chemo on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I’ll get my neulasta shot and probably some fluids on Friday. I hope this time will be better since I don’t have a bone marrow biopsy right after. I also hope that they’ve increased my pre-med anti-nausea meds so that I don’t feel so crappy.
My hair has begun to fall out so much more than the first time I did chemo. The entire left side of my head was basically bald because that’s the side I sleep on. I spent 30 minutes each morning lint rolling my pillows because the hair was everywhere. I didn’t even want to wash my hair because it just made a huge mess in the shower. So I finally gave in today and had my aunt shave my head. No more clean up! Now, I just need to get some more hats and maybe another wig, just because wigs are fun.
I’m so glad that 2015 is over. It was definitely a very difficult year for me and my family. Not only was I diagnosed with cancer, but my dad was in the hospital for 3 months, my foster grandmother passed away, and my mom was robbed at gun point at work. It has been crazy! But, there were also a lot of good things that happened. I got to see Alton Brown live, Kelly Clarkson, PTX, and Boyz II Men. I graduated from my MPA program. I saw two of my sorority sisters get married (one of which I got to be part of the bridal party). I ran my first 15K and half marathon. I still got to go to New York at least once for my spring break. I went to Minneapolis twice. I planned my last DPhiL National Convention. Despite all of the craziness, there were still a lot of great memories made. Best of all, I’m still alive. Still fighting, but still alive and that’s all that matters.
Happy New Year! Love you all!