I made it into the hospital every day this week in spite of Arctic Blast 2008 (TM). Didn't see any of my usual waiting room cohorts. But all the staff were there, so I was served by up to four nurses at a time every visit. Remember my Formula One pit stop analogy from the lumpectomy? It was kinda like that.
I got a break on Christmas Day. Nice to lie in for a while before heading up to the home of Rhett's Aunt where we experienced the heaviest snowfall I've ever been in. V. romantic, actually. Especially when it was followed by a burst of sunshine making the scene truly Alpine and Christmas-y.
Yesterday I only left the house to go to radiation. Then I sat through three movies consecutively: Howard's End, Kinky Boots and Calendar Girls. Yes, I was watching BBC America.
My hair is growing back - and much to my disappointment its coming in the same old color. I was hoping for red. And, I do, in fact, have a bit of burn going on under my left armpit but I've only four treatments to go. Hurrah!
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