It seems that my white blood cells are holding their own. My little scare with a fever responded after several hours of hot baths, salt water gargles and obsessive temperature checks. I woke up yesterday with all symptoms gone, and decided to put the thermometers away until I feel ill again.
My scalp is becoming more and more sensitive; it feels sore when I lift a hank of hair or disturb the roots. I am being very gentle when I shampoo or brush, and wonder if this is when I will begin to lose my hair, though I have read that is normally at the end of the second round of chemo. My skin is very dry, and I take quick showers and then soak in a tub of hot water and baby oil.
My mouth and tongue are a bit sore, so I am careful when I brush, and I rinse with baking soda and warm water - luckily I seem to still be able to eat lightly spiced foods. Last night we drove to Little India for my birthday dinner. I love going to all-you-can-eat buffets with my men-folk because they make me feel like we are really getting our money's worth. Through all of this my appetite has remained good, and I am looking forward to pot roast and sweet potatoes that Eric is cooking tonight.
Some of the perks of my cancer: people send me flowers, cards and chocolates, others bring me food and other kindnesses, I no longer do the vacuuming or clean bathrooms, I am waited on hand and foot and am being spoiled rotten - and I like it!!!