I never usually got up at 5:30 on Saturday mornings, but now it's become a regular thing. The nausea takes over and I shoot up out of bed like a rocket, for fear of vomiting :( Thank goodness for the meds, hopefully I caught it in time this morning! As I sit here typing, I can only hope I don't have to run quickly to the restroom. This has got to be the worst side-effect from the chemotherapy...so far. I know I'm not going to be jazzed over the hair loss, but at least it won't make me feel bad, physically. I'm trying to prepare myself mentally for the hair loss, but you never know until it's actually happened, what to really expect. I'm planning on going to a wig shop today and start to look around. I hope I don't cry. Although I've been pretty strong so far, it's still such a touchy subject that I'm starting to well up the tears right now just thinking about it. It's just hair, right?! I mean, it'll grow back. It's not like I have long, beautiful, golden locks, but still....it's my hair. It's also such a dead give-away that you've got cancer. So far, my appearance hasn't changed at all, so I can go anywhere I want with my little secret. But when I lose my hair, it's going to all change. Now I'm crying. I guess I'm just nervous about the whole thing. Going outside for the first time, going to work for the first time...it'll all be scary. It's silly to get all emotional over something that hasn't even happened yet :( The nausea is starting to settle down and now I think I can have a cup of coffee, if I take it slow.

Today I'm grateful to be alive, to be sitting here typing without pain. I'm grateful for the sound of John snoring in the other room because I know that I'm not alone in this journey :)

Love to you all ♥ peace. Genie