A pleasant visit with a gorgeous pair of royal blue suede Ferragamo loafers

Hello all and Happy Hump Day. Today, hubby and I went to see Dr. Chemo, the Doctor-Formerly-Known-As-Dr-Mint-Green-Shirt, because today, my new favorite Doc was sporting an AWESOME pair of blue suede Ferragamo loafers. I mean, I took one look at those babies and thought "hmmmm ... those are expensive shoes/souliers/scarpe... niiiiiiiiiiicely done." So, henceforth, he shall be known as Dr. Blue Suede Ferragamo's. I mean, this dude just gets better and better. I heart him (and he's straight to boot; I mean, it takes chutzpah and balls to wear blue suede Ferragamo loafers if you are a straight dude ...especially a middle-aged straight dude). So, that was just a delightfully freakin' awesome start to our visit.

So, on to the fun (weeeee!!) part of the whole chemo schtick and the reason we were there. Oh - side note - did I mention that I have to have blood tests every two weeks? Oh yes, I think I did, because I mentioned E, the blood lab tech that I bonded with over Jesus - sorry! OK - so blood tests go to Dr. Ferragamo, and they came back with a "No peculiar shit noted" (that is real medical jargon). Short story - platelets, white blood counts blah blah blah - all normal. Good news. I can still go out in public without a mask on - for now. Yeah! (except maybe to Wally World aka Wal-mart, where one should wear a mask all the time anyway, because that is one nasty place. People fart and burp and are just ... well .. suffice to say that Wal-mart is a funky place, especially here in the U.S.)

Then, we talked about how the Temodar (aka The Big Blue Chemo Pill - oh the nurse who took my vitals had blue nail polish that matches the blue in the Temodar; not the same shade of blue as the Ferragamo's. Those are royal blue. Gorgeous. I digress) ...where was I? Ah yes, we were talking about the effects of the Temodar and dear friends and family, I have a confession to make. A couple of days ago, food started tasting tinny. That's right, tinny. For example, I treated myself to some mac and cheese yesterday (CARBS!) and oy vey, it tasted like I was licking the inside of a can. Now, I can honestly say (cross my heart) that I have never ever licked the inside of a can; not even in my youth when I did silly things like drink too much and (ahem ... ahem) smoke some funky stuff ("I did NOT inhale" ... ok ... that is a big-assed lie - I did inhale and enjoyed the after-effects... so there!) ... and then proceed to do weird "I dare you" things. But I have to tell you, folks, that food that tastes tinny is akin to having a burger and you accidentally bite into a piece of the foil the burger came wrapped in; only, it's like chewing through the foil, really tasting the metal, and then swallowing it. That, or licking the inside of a can. Sigh. So I told Dr. Blue Suede Ferragamo's that I'm having the Tinny Taste Side Effect of the The Big Blue Pill as well as the fact that it tends to (ahem ahem) slow things down in the (ahem ahem) ... well, you know... the usual movement thing. Another big OY VEY. Too much information? Ah yes, I've been holding out .... and after all, it's my blog! (I'm feeling defiant today)

Been eating All Bran (that's right, KL!), fruit, veggies, drinking gallons/litres of water, even prune juice (I must admit, I felt like a really old broad drinking that shit) and alas ... well ... I won't go into horrible details but things just aren't moving along like they should be. So that's what we talked about. Fun, right? Oh, I got on a scale and despite all of that, I am still down five pounds from 2 weeks ago. Hardly a surprise, I think, but it's not anything I'm celebrating. But hey ... all good, relatively speaking, so I'm glad for that!! We see Dr. Blue Suede Ferragamo's again in two weeks and I must say, I am looking forward to it. He really rocks. Thank GOD for that.

So that was the excitement for today. Thank you again for your comments, Facebook comments, emails, texts and phone calls about the "What Should Cancerella Do With Her Hair" question. Mohawk is going to happen this weekend; I'll sport that puppy for a week or so, then go GI Jane, then do the bald thing with a henna tattoo. Hubby had a brilliant idea; get a henna tattoo of the words "F**K Cancer" in Sanskrit or ancient Aramaic or something equally as obscure and put that on This Gal's Naked (GASP!) Melon. Love it. That way, I can tell the whole world that I am a Cancer F**ker, but with subtlety and discretion (all the while snickering and giggling in a naughty fashion). :-)

Thanks - as always - to you all for your love and support and for making me laugh out loud! Much appreciated and so uplifting. Thank you!!! Tonight's sign-off courtesy of my pal MS, who just returned from her fabulous trip (welcome back) and because the treatments/planets/supermoon etc seem to be aligned today, the sign-off seemed apropos. Love you all.

Radiating Happiness and Positive Chemo-tions,

Cancerella, Barberello (I may let him trim my locks after all; still pondering), Gooferina and Noberella (meow)
xoxoxox