For those wondering why I haven't posted new entries for a few days, be assured that no news is good news. I feel almost as good as I did before this whole thing began. A little more fatigued perhaps. But basically OK. The rashes are gone. To find the pains from the IVs in my hands, I have to press on them. The only nuisance is my infected sinuses, and even those have been quieter since I did a one-time attack on them with Coricidin HBP on Sunday morning.
Meanwhile, I've been working, napping and playing duplicate bridge, which involved drives to the sectional tournament in St. Catharines, Ont., on Friday and Sunday (Sunday's return being a long slog over snow- and sleet-slicked local routes, rather than risking the expressways and that long tall bridge over the Welland Canal).
Nevertheless, I held up well over that long slog and was encouraged by one of our team members at the game Sunday, a retired Toronto pharmacist who had his cancerous bladder removed 25 years ago. He said he's been fine, even plays tennis.
Beyond that, we took in a play Saturday night, a comedy at the Jewish Repertory Theater out in Amherst. And then there was my most optimistic act of the weekend -- color and cut at Kallista hair salon Saturday. Going into the second round of chemo on Wednesday, I'll be looking pretty good too.
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