3rd Chemo was much better....

The amazing drug, Zofran, and my mom pushing to keep me hydrated helped tremendously during round three of chemo. I slept an amazing amount of hours. But, luckily, never felt as bad as I did during the first two rounds. I even had a few crackers on day 1, mashed potatoes on day 2, and macaroni/mashed potatoes on day 3. That's progress!!

While my mom has been taking care of me, my dad has been taking care of the kids. And, I believe they have worn him out!

I want to thank everyone for their prayers... and, the food we have received has been great. It is definitely one less thing to worry about while we go through this madness.

Today, I'm back at work catching up. I'm a little weak but I'm doing great. In fact, I can't wait until I can eat a real meal... and, I bet that meal just may be tonight!!!

How my kids reacted to me losing my hair...

Although, we prepared the kids for me to go bald, I wasn't quite sure how they would react when they actually saw it. On Friday, we drove up to Pittsburgh and saw the kids for the first time since I lost my hair. We arrived late and somewhat assumed that the kids would be asleep. But, since their cousins had also arrived Friday evening, the kids were all still awake and happily playing away when I came into the house with just a hat on my head.

Aidan ran up to greet us and quickly realized that I had lost my hair. After a few minutes, he pulled me to the side to make sure I knew that he would always love me. Then, I went upstairs to find Regan. She ran up to me, slowed down as she spotted the hat, and then gave me a big hug and kiss... Her cousin, Samantha, who knew nothing of my condition, quietly looked at me. I believe she was a little scared to see her Aunt Lara without hair. As I retreated back downstairs, I decided I had to tell Regan something and walked back up. Regan saw me and ran to my side to tell me that she was just explaining to Samantha why I was bald. (So, she did notice!)

The next day, I forced myself to wear the wig I bought... I had to try to get over the nausea I associated with the wig. (Unfortunately, I looked at wigs the same day of my first chemo and picked up my wig on my way to chemo #2. This association with chemo wasn't good for me. I actually had to hide my wig from view so I wouldn't feel sick!)

Everyone loved the wig.... and, my niece was much more talkative around me once I had hair. When Aidan saw me in the wig, he immediately reached up to touch my hair as he usually did with my real hair... His hand pulled away as he realized it was a wig but then went back up to touch it again. He said my hair felt different but it was ok. (I then asked him to be careful when touching my hair so he doesn't pull it off! Boy, that would be embarrassing!)

Later that night, Aidan came into my room while I was changing. I had no wig or hat on my head... I was completely bald. I asked him if he was ok. And, he told me he was... then, he reassured me that my hair would grow back... What a sweet kid!

I'm glad my kids are ok with my bald head. I know that every time I look into the mirror, I kind of scare myself. So, I'm pretty darn proud of them.

I've got another week to go before chemo #3. (Thank goodness!) I'm looking forward to enjoying a family reunion this weekend. Despite the craziness the last couple of months, I've had an amazing summer...