First Birthday Parties Should Have Warning Labels on Them

Feel pretty good today (as usual, right before another treatment), albeit tired. But I suspect that the tiredness is more due to last-minute preparations for the boys’ first birthday party tomorrow than anything else!

I’ve been meaning to mention that the nurses at my cancer center are just crazy about Tom, and half the female patients, too. All because he shaved his head. I think he’s starting to like to go there with me, what with all the “you are the sweetest thing,” and “oh, you win Best Husband award for that!” comments he hears from people there. Sometimes I feel a little bad that he’s gone and shaved his head and I cover up my bald head with wigs and hats and things. I’ve offered him the use of one of my wigs (I think the Laura Bush model would look quite fetching), but he’s declined.

Holy Schmoly

In what is becoming an unfortunate trend, I had another migraine this afternoon. I think I caught it earlier (that is, I took some medicine before it had a chance to take too strong of a hold), so it wasn’t as bad as yesterday’s migraine, but nonetheless…ugh!

Yesterday, I picked up a bunch of prescription refills and was shocked to spend over $60 on them. And that’s with insurance. We started getting insurance statements on my chemo treatments and Neulasta shots and all of that, too. A round of chemo costs somewhere in the neighborhood of $5,000 or more, and a Neulasta shot is several hundred dollars, I think. I never would’ve thought I’d be saying this, but thank goodness for insurance. We just pay a copay of $20 for a round of chemo.