On a happy note, the nurse who was administering the chemotherapy asked me what I had done for a living and I said I was a retired librarian. She said, "I might have guessed a teacher, because you're so well organized!" And I said, "But since I've been retired, I've become an writer!" "Oh, what do you write?" "Science fiction. I'm an independent author and I've published eight books. Here's one of my cards." "Oh, wow. Maybe we could read one of your books at my book club." "That would be great! They're available at Amazon as both ebooks and paperback." "Nook?" "Oh, yeah, Barnes & Noble, too!" And away the nurse goes to do her work.
Some background: In response to a sudden appearance of post-menopausal bleeding (should you ever get that 21 years after menopause, don't delay in visiting your gynecologist) I had a D & C and was diagnosed with a form of endometrial cancer designated as serous papillary, which is a more aggressive form than ordinary endometrial. Wouldn't you know? I was referred to the local GYN Oncology Group (two surgical oncologists) and after a CT scan and other tests showed no evidence that the cancer had spread, I had a hysterectomy on Dec. 18. They used the DaVinci robot -- only got a brief glimpse of it before the anesthetic kicked in, but that's pretty cool. I ended up with a horizontal incision and five little slits midway up the abdomen where lymphs nodes were removed. I was absolutely miserable for three weeks, but finally I started feeling halfway normal and then pretty normal again. So it was time for chemotherapy -- they don't want you to feel good for very long!
They sent me to the Rocky Mountain Cancer Center, which is located conveniently in an adjunct pavilion at the same hospital where I had the surgery and where the oncology group has their offices. The session was supposed to last 6 hours, and I had to get there early to fill out paperwork, which they had neglected to mail to me. It turned out that I only had to fill out part of it because "we didn't realize that you were being treated by the oncology group [well, didn't they do the referral] so we have all the data from them." Duh. Anyway, you get assigned a different doctor at the Cancer Center, a medical oncologist, who sort of monitors what happens to you over there.
I feel completely normal today. However, they say that it takes a few days for the reactions to kick in, so ... we'll just wait and see. I keep pulling on my hair, but it's still firmly attached. It's not supposed to start falling out for a couple of weeks. Oh, yes, one other thing: the nurse said they had a bunch of free hats for bald people that they were giving away, so I took three of them! I'll try to get some pictures of myself looking like the thing
why do the little gray men never have hair?
in order to keep their aging DNA from blowing up.