Days 3-5 post chemo were the worst pain imaginable, worse than- gasp- yes- childbirth. But it only got worse when on Post Day 5 my face decided to erupt in a hideous rash. The rash so severe that my face ached in pain. I was unable to eat or sleep. I broke down and called my nurse who sent me to the ER on Monday. They gave me an antibiotic but it just kept getting worse and by post chemo day 8 I was back at the ER again. They scheduled me to see a Dermatologist this time the following morning. So I drove downtown to somewhere I wasn't familiar with by myself, without any pain meds, looking like an alien. They said they see it a lot with cancer patients. Pustlar Psoriasis. Greeeeaaaattttt. So not only do I feel like shit, I look like it to. Don't believe, have a gander at the progression of "The Rash" . . .
I could start to feel my hair thinning out so I had a "Shave Party" on Saturday with everyone who has been really helping me with things- Mom, Sarah, Tamie, Megan, Courtney and Danielle. We picked up pizza on the way to Moms and ate and chatted. Then Steve started and everyone else took turns and Tamie finished up. Even the girls had a go at it. I cried a little bit. It's an emotional experience. I don't really care that my hair was gone, but I really cared why it was happening.
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