Well, I've lived through my very first chemotherapy treatment.
About all I can say good about it is that it somewhat resembles getting hung while being poisoned.  The large, bulky time-controlled divice that I had to wear around my neck for two days was not quite enough, it plainly stated on it that it was 'Chemotherapy, and if spilled or dripped, whould be cleaned up by a has-mat team'.  Wow, and they were shooting this crap into my viens.  It didn't help much for my ego that Barbara reminded me that it cost about $7,000.00 each treatment. 
I don't really think it's worth all that much, but we signed on the dotted line to go through with all this, and I'm trying to be brave or foolish, probably more of the latter and less of the former.
Lynn came up from her house in North Carloina, and her boyant spirits and cheer are a great help at this time.
I slept most of the day yesterday, and a great deal of it today, which is really unusual for me.  I guess it's part of the treatment.  Everything smells like that horrible stuff, and I got into the swimming pool this afternoon to get rid of some of the odor.
We went to Down Home for supper tonight, and it was so good to have good food and something to talk about besides my failing health.
Lynn and I have been trying to craft some together, but my vision is terribly blurred, and I can't hold my hands still enough to handle the beads and ribbons needed to decorate hats.  She does this thing with corks and picture frames, and she's just flying away with it.  I just feel disconnected from life and living.
I was able (with difficulty) to get fixed up today for the hospital, and that always has the nurses smiling and glad to see me.  I guess it's nice to see someone that's not given in (yet) to the helplessness of chemotherapy and 'gone casual' with caps and old, tired, tee-shirts.
The other patients look at me as if to say, you'll someday be like us, robbed of hope and ambition.  I don't ever want to get that despondant.
Barbara gives me some cheer, but she's always been good for a laugh....either with her or at her.
Stumpy is being a good girl, and giving her mother lots of affection.  So is her dad, and mom needs it.
Lynn and I talked some in the pool today about the family and our living situations, and I'm glad to say we're both in good shape.
It's late, and I'm still tired and nervous.  I need to do something else.