Finding my way

Two packages came today.

A beautiful book from my lil sis, Theo of Golden by Allen Levi. It is beautiful to look at and the writing is also beautiful. I nibbled through three chapters. It is beautifully written and I could easily gobble it up. I want it to last.

The other package is head coverings. I have decided against a wig. Except for the long purple one my son in law Marcus ordered for me. Lol. Tonya ordered me some small caps with rosettes for everyday, which are very soft and will be wonderful for around the house or to wear under a scarf. The ones that came today are pretied scarves, a little hat, a snood, and a small lace trimmed cap. My hair has not started falling yet, but my sweet nurse said it will soon. Much sooner than I expected. So I am prepared.

Part of me is wondering why on earth I agreed to let them inject poison into my veins. It does feel like I am being slowly poisoned. They said the third day would be the worst, but the fourth was. So far I have not thrown up but my digestive tract is not happy. I have no appetite. Everything I do manage to swallow just drops like a rock and sits there, heavy on my stomach. With the possible exception of ice cream. It tastes good, is cold and soothing, and settles well. That is more than I can say for most other things I have eaten. Oh, and Tonya’s zucchini bread went down well. It’s strange when unseasoned cooked spinach tastes better than the main course. Lol

The worst part, though, is the fatigue. I did better today. Only a couple of short naps. Friday I slept most of the day. I think my brain is waking up. I hope so. I have missed it.