My next treatment is tomorrow.  I find myself anxiously awaiting each and every Tuesday that comes along.  I don't so much dread them anymore - I actually look forward to getting to it and getting through it.  The Taxol chemo is definitely not as hard on me as the AC was.  Compared to the first 3 months of chemo, this feels like a tiny cold. 

The doctors reduced the amount of steroid given this last round and will reduce it a little more at tomorrow's treatment.  The steroid makes me pretty irratible and makes my head hurt.  This should also lessen the amount of time sitting in the reclyner.

My parents keep the kids every Monday and Tuesday night.  It's extremely helpful - we get a date night every Monday these days!  No big plans tonight ... Cooking dinner, watching Weeds (our new favorite show) and doing a straighten up around the house.  I've rehired our cleaning people!  Tomorrow we'll come home to a clean house and few Netflix movies I just received.    Then I sleep for about a day.

My eyelashes and eyebrows are slowly fading which has been another adjustment but I think I am handling it better than the loss of my long hair.  Maybe it's wishful thinking and possibly too much info - but I have shaved my legs a couple of times over the last few weeks.  This means my HAIR IS GROWING BACK ... right ?!?!  I heard your eyelashes and eyebrows were the last to go and with the new growth, hopefully they won't fully disappear.  My dr prescribed me some Latisse.  I apply it every night to my eyelids - I think it's helping.

Doug and I took the kids to the San Antonio JW Marriott over the weekend for a quick Father's Day getaway.  We had an awesome time!  They have a water park with big slides and a lazy river that we spent all day in.  I was at the bar standing in line when a woman approached me.  She said "are you bald under there".  (I was wearing a bandana).  I put up a huge front and gave her an attitude-filled "yah".  She immediately got teary and said "i'm a breast cancer survivor of 3 years and here for my anniversary".  I felt ease pour over my body and let my guard down as I talked with her for awhile.  I guess you can "spot" us  - I never wanted to feel like that but it is what it is.  Her hair was completely grown back, she showed me her port scar, and told me that she had a 2 year old when she was diagnosed.  She was 39 when she found out.  She felt my pain as we discussed treatments.  I almost didn't notice my bare feet burning on the pavement until she took some of her cold water and poured them on my toes.  She wanted to take care of me and her courage was contagious.

After tomorrow I'll have NINE more treatments left.  Single digits and feeling close to being done with this shit.  Hoping and praying that the next 2 months move quickly for me and that they are just as easy as this last month has been.