I just love pictures of dogs wearing different caps. But Lucy would have no part of wearing my newest cap. She clearly hated it and while this is a terrible photograph, it was the longest the hat remained on her head. She had already begun to shake it off. The words on the blue cap read, "MAKE AMERICA NOT EMBARRASSING AGAIN.
I've never been one to wear hats since my childhood days of Easter finery. However, one side effect of the chemotherapy I received was hair loss. I decided not to purchase any wigs and I wear knit and crochet caps only if needed to keep my head warm, which is more often than you might think. And I wear a baseball cap when I am in the sun to prevent sunburn. This is one of my favorite caps. But as you can clearly see, Lucy doesn't like it one little bit. So no more attempts will be made to photograph her in a cap. BTW: my hair is beginning to grow again and my head is fuzzy with soft down. It looks rather strange and feels even stranger. And wouldn't you know those six stiff old-lady chin hairs were not affected at all by the chemo? God has quite a sense of humor, doesn't she?
I mentioned in my last post that I did not want this blog to be about cancer. And I do not. But I would be remiss if I did not share the news that a more specific scan (PET) showed three "hot spots" of remaining cancer. Not good news, but certainly not the worst it could be. The areas are very small and not amenable to resection by surgery. So beginning Monday I will start on a new regimen with a drug recently approved for treating ovarian cancer. Last month, in fact. The drug does not cure the cancer but rather inhibits its growth. So the spots are contained and cannot grow and spread. The side effects are minimal and do not include the onerous side effects of many chemotherapy drugs. So I will go to the infusion clinic every three weeks for an intravenous infusion of the new drug. We will continue the drug until it is no longer doing its job. If subsequent scans show any growth of the spots, the plan is to return to the traditional chemotherapy to eradicate the cancer.
So that's where we are, me and my cancer. I am feeling stronger and stronger the further away from chemotherapy I get. Hopefully, I will soon return to getting out and finding more interesting things to post.
The quotes of the week come most appropriately from George Orwell:
Political language...is designed to make lies sound truthful...,
And to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.
And if you wonder why you keep reading the same comments from compassionate people over and over again, here is another of his prophetic quotes:
We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men.
HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK, EVERYONE