No news is definitely good news.

Thankfully, I have nothing exciting to report. Aside from a bit of a cough, I feel quite good. I go in for my next treatment this Tuesday.  Hopefully, this round will be much like the last. My next CT scan is scheduled for 1/27.  Keeping fingers and toes crossed for good results.  However, if the results aren't good, my doctors tell us we have 2 other treatment options we can choose from.  At this stage of the game, options are always a good thing.

My hair has started to fall out.  I had my daughter, Katie, buzz me yesterday.  I look like Sinead O'Connor.  Fortunately, I found a really cute wig at Roswell a couple of weeks ago.  I can get one free wig per year from Roswell, so it didn't cost me anything.  Their wigs are really good quality.  I was thinking of staying with a salt and pepper gray color similar to my own.  But, Ken saw a cute, dark blond wig he wanted me to try on.  I loved it.  I guess when it comes right down to it, I'm not really ready to go gray yet.  It sounds strange, but I was actually looking forward to my hair falling out so I could wear my wig!  I have no idea how my hair will come back in a third time.  The 2nd time, it was thin in spots and much straighter than normal.  I'm thinking it will only be worse the next time it comes in.  Who knows?  Maybe this wig will become a permanent fixture. That would be OK with me.

Time to get ready for church.  I love Sundays!

Until next time . . .