Tomorrow my co-workers will be headed back to work after nearly two weeks of a company shutdown for the holidays. But not me. Not yet. I'm set up on disability leave for the rest of my treatments. The crazy thing is, I haven't told any of my co-workers about my cancer diagnosis, the surgery or the chemotherapy treatment I needed. Only three close female co-workers, my manager and his manager know what I've been through and what I'm going through now. It seemed simple just to handle the surgery and recovery with a short period of personal time off. I found no need to share the personal details. It would have worked if I hadn't needed the chemotherapy. So now I'm out for awhile and it looks like I'll need to tell them something. Should be interesting how this turns out.
Regarding my present state of health and well-being, I have little to share. I'm still waiting for my hair to begin falling out. The nurse at the chemotherapy class said it would be around day 12-14 after the first treatment. Yesterday was day 12, today is day 13. I guess tomorrow must be the day. Or...no...maybe...no...what if...what if I don't lose my hair? If only that could be true. I'll try to be extra careful tonight not to toss and turn my head too much. Don't want to stress the hair roots. Ha ha!
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