Homecoming

I spent a week at my parents' house in NJ. I got back to Philadelphia on Thursday. It was the first time being back in my apartment in about 6 weeks. Somehow it didn't seem completely familiar. My sister is staying with me to help out.

I had my first chemo (of this round) on Friday. My godmother drove all the way from New Hampshire to pick us up from chemo and help me get settled into my apartment. We were ambitious; we wanted to rearrange the living room and put away all the things in boxes and bags, from the hospital. We also went shopping for supplies.

Last night, I didn't feel great. Today I feel worse. My belly is achy and nauseous. I can't wait to not have to cope with daily nausea.

I am getting around pretty well though. I am getting used to having a little leg. Lat night, I dreamt that I was walking up the street. I was aware that I only have 1 leg that reaches the ground, but somehow I was walking anyway. I only have a few more weeks before I get my prosthesis. I am so excited.

Home again

Yay! I keep saying it and I keep thinking it. I can't stop smiling either. I am out of Magee and am sitting in ann easy chair at Ken's house. Yay!

Also, I had my stitches out yesterday at an appointment with Dr. Lind. He said that when they did the pathology report on my leg, they saw that all the cancer was dead. Sneaky's dead body was so big that it wasn't breaking down before infection set in. I saw Dr. Rubin today and she emphasized what good news that pathology report was. She said she asked them to triple check. She suggested that I start chemo next week. It will be a "gentler" chemo and my hair will grow back. She said it will be once a week for 4 months or so. I can handle that. I imagined that it would be even longer.

Otherwise, everything looks good to me. I didn't write much in the hospital because I didn't have much to say. Three hours of therapy takes a lot of energy.