Round 2 Tomorrow

     I'm going to guess that the blood work I had done yesterday showed all the right numbers in all the right places to make Round 2 for chemo a go tomorrow--and I'm going to assume that because the cancer center not only left a message confirming my appointment with the oncologist tomorrow, but also left a separate message confirming how many Benjamins we will need to lay down for treatment tomorrow.  As a friend said:  Wasn't that nice of them?  Indeed.  
     Loved having the port for the blood work--if the insurance will cover going to the hospital to have an RN do it, I will do it that way every single time.  It's a beautiful thing.
     I have my list of questions for my oncologist--good questions and ridiculous questions related to irrational fears that I have not yet expressed here, but will be happy to once the doctor bolsters my rational brain with her expertise.
     I am prepared for being a sub-par human for the next week, hoping like mad to be functional for Christmas Day.  Hopefully this will be either similar to the last time, or better than the last time, but not worse than it was before!  That being said, I can't do anything about the outcome but deal with it, right?  Gotta go through it to get to the end of it!
     So if I'm out of commission for a week--nothing to be fretful about.  I'm just back to the business of detoxing from the chemical stew.  If you'd like, you can send good juju that the crazy dreams DON'T include Tom Cruise, cooperative or otherwise.  I don't mind guest appearances by other celebrities, preferably those who are good looking and prepared to do my bidding, whether it be adoring me or mopping my floors in a skimpy outfit in my dream life.  Either is acceptable, and the floor mopping might be slightly more appealing than the other. I'm just sayin'.  There are priorities, even in Slumber Land.
     When I'm back among those who have control of their brains, I'll be happy to give a shout out...share the best chemo jams of Round 2...let you all know I'm still here and kicking booty (maybe weakly at first, but ever stronger as the days post-chemo go forward).
     Thanks to everyone for everything--delicious meals, swag hats, coloring books for chemo, encouraging words, positive thoughts, prayers, cards, hugs, sassy anti-cancer slogans, jokes, walks for my dear doggie, and lots and lots of laughter.  I'm not doing this by myself--I'm part of a pretty darn big team.  And I think we are such a stellar team that we're going to win Cancer Superbowl Rings this year.  Fistbump-and-blow-it-up!!