Nicole's Notes

I had a great time up at Kristen's cottage (near Huntsville) for New Year's Eve - very restful just to sit around and watch the fire channel (okay that's from last year) and do nothing but eat and read and nap and play board and card games. And laugh at those willing to play Twister. Oh, and set off a large number of fireworks over the lake. But hey, it's new years. It wouldn't be normal if there wasn't a chance of the guys setting themselves on fire while the gals looked on. I'll put up a link to the pictures from the cottage some time in the next week, once we get back home.

I've stocked up on all my bandanas, hats and scarves from the high school and U of Waterloo years, which were still in my closet at the parents' (see! You should never ever throw anything out!). Now all I have to do is figure out which one to wear to work on Monday. They're all kinda casual. I guess I'll go for that Kim Mitchell look: nothing on top, longish hair, baseball cap. Might as well go for a soda. Or maybe the Bret Michaels bandana look. The hair probably won't come back until after I'm done all the chemo in May.

My next round of chemo treatments start Monday, after work. Five days on, three weeks off. They are dropping my dose of Leucovorin, which, as I'm sure you all remember from my previous posts, is just a vitamin that acts as an enhancer to the appropriately named 5-FU (the main chemo drug I get). It also enhances the side effects, so by dropping it they hope to keep me a happy camper instead of the creature from beyond. Don't ask beyond what.

I'm going to make Jason takes me out for dinner Monday. The condemned ate a hearty meal, or something. Since I'll be slightly nauseous for the rest of the week, I think I deserve it. And at some point we'll need to get some groceries, I guess, since the pantry is bare. Well, okay, not really, but we're out of important things. Like ice cream. :) No word on kittens from Penny yet, but she's got to the end of January to produce before we decide she's somehow avoided becoming a Mom, in spite of being outdoors and unspayed for two months.