Day Forty Five

My hair is starting to look a lot better, as is my skin. That is the thing with chemo, you start to look and feel better right before your next batch, and it knocks you back a little more each time. But all things considered, I don't think I have suffered too much at all with this last round. I am a little bit curious to see how the next lot will affect me. Part of you wants to be knocked back as you know that shows the chemo is working, the other part doesn't want it at all. I had a check on my lump this morning - it's bullet hard but it has not grown any more, in fact, I am little scared to say it, I am fairly certain it has actually shrunk. Just a little bit. I would not be writing this unless I thought it. I have just run my fingers through my hair, it feels like mine again. Well, this time next week I will have had batch two. How do I feel about that? Can't come soon enough. The faster I get this battle fought, the quicker I can get on with being me.