Monday I had my 2nd "big chemo".  No 2 of 6. This time, forearmed was forewarned and I had all the drugs lined up for Thursday, which was my hell-day last time. So, besides being tired as a corpse, I got through quite well. 
Nancy R, who is something of a saint, is staying with us this week. Jimmy, in true JH character, has sucked up to her and shadows her endlessly. Nancy is not fooled, but I am still jealous of my turncoat, traitorous dog, fair weather friend. 
Most of my hair has shed - if that's of any interest to anyone. I showered this morning.  It is most peculiar to wash hair that simply falls out in your hands. Dr B was right: I should have shaved it off and saved a huge mess, fuss and bother. 

I am NOT getting the right nutrition. Problem is I am too tired to take controle of it and RR is too busy to be interested. Maybe this weekend we can go to Grandpas and get liver and onions (oh!!!).

Lee has beeN sick and have had to keep her at a long army's length. She should have stayed in bed, but ran back and forth to classes.

Hopefully, within a day or so, I'll get back some energy. There is so much to do.
I am willing to sit it out until I get well, but I have a lot of plans for afterwards.