Friday afternoon

A good quiet ... normal ... day.

It was raining this morning so no park walk for Jessie and me. Instead a long damp (and weirdly unseasonably warm) walk through the neighborhood, followed by damp dog smells in the apartment. I took myself out for coffee and a roll and read a book. I went to Staples and tried out desk chairs. If I am going to work 20 hours a week from home, I need something better than an old straight back wooden chair. Home. The kids sent confirmations of their flights for their mid-December visit. I spoke with Kim about arrangements for beginning work next week. Etc. Etc. In other words - truly a normal day.

In cancer-treatment specific news: Hurrah, I remembered to take the new magnesium capsules at breakfast and - more-or-less - after lunch. My hair continues to stubbornly cling to my head. The 3-color glossy "Chemotherapy and You" booklet says that hair loss typically begins 1-2 weeks after treatment, but nurse E told me 3 weeks. For some reason I have more confidence in nurse E than in that booklet. Still, I try to become prepared for the day/night I reach up and unconsciously touch my hair and a clump comes out. H advised that her hairdresser will be happy to shave my head, give me a buzz cut (perhaps it would be less traumatic for fuzz to fall out than clumps of "hair"?) or whatever I'd like. Recalling the conversation with H about going to her hairdresser, I realized I felt a surge of panic, thinking she meant I should go now, in the next day or so, and I was freaked out. Then I realized that was my own dread. H was just telling me that when/if I want to do this, her hairdresser will be happy to help.

That's it. A good boring day.

Peace.