Well I can say one thing, I'm definitely more of a morning person now than I've EVER been! One of the greatest parts of my day is when Jeremy brings Alex into bed with me while he gets ready for work and we have our "snuggle time". This morning I told him I loved him and he leaned in and gave me a big wet kiss, how great is that?! I get excited to wake up early and start my day, and those of you who know me, know that this is NOT normal for me! :o)
Mom and I had a great time yesterday picking out hair. Thank you soooo much to Karen from my oncologist's office who recommended me to Wigged Out! Tina is a 4-year young cancer survivor (she was 34 when she was diagnosed) and had a horrible time and experience picking out a wig. No one seemed to care and all the wigs were ugly and old-lady looking, so she decided to start her own wig shop and make sure no woman would ever have to go thru that again as long as she had something to do with it! And her shop is AMAZING! There were over 75 different styles to choose from and they were all really cute! We ended up getting two, one looks almost identical to my normal hair...just a little bit longer...and the other one is a super trendy short style. I love them both! They are dark brown with some black low lights and blonde highlights just like mine. And best part is, I don't have to pay $100 to fix my roots, lol!! Sorry Tiph :o)
I also had my PET scan and my echocardiogram yesterday. The echo was a breeze! Basically they just did an ultrasound of my heart to make sure it looked good to start chemo and to get a baseline to compare too later on. The guy was a huge goober and he told me I talked too much. Imagine that! I just thought it was really cool to see what my heart looked like, pumping and everything, and I wanted to know what everything was. Ohh well, I guess I can't expect EVERYONE to like me. :o)
The PET scan was probably the suckiest part so far. I mean it wasn't terrible...I was radioactive (literally) for like 6 hours so I guess that's kinda cool, but the whole IV thing just isn't my cup of tea. Bla, I really hate needles. The guy told me like 47 times how young I was, so that rocked. I mean, turning 31 really hasn't been that bad so far b/c everyone keeps telling me how young I am! He said that I will probably have to come back every 6 months to a year from now on just to make sure the cancer doesn't come back once we get rid of it, so I'm not super jacked up about that, but I guess in the whole scheme of things it's better than the alternative!
I go this morning (at 10) to have my port put in. I'm trying really, really, really hard to be positive about it, but I'm struggling. All I have in my head is my dad's. It was big and lumpy and it hurt him a lot. They keep telling me that mine won't hurt, I won't even know its there, bla, bla, but I just can't help thinking that they are so lying to me! BUT...maybe not. Maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised by the new addition to my body and maybe I'll love it so much that I want to go buy some body jewelry and decorate it! Bedazzler here I come! :o)