The past week was a great one. My mom-in-law, Becky, was staying with us and every day was filled with a new adventure. Most exciting was Tuesday, when I got my haircut. As I mentioned in my previous post, I wanted to get my hair cut short in preparation for the inevitable hair loss that is right around the corner. So on Tuesday we went to a salon (big thanks to Laura S. for the recommendation) and got it chopped. My hair had gotten very long, so I was able to donate it to Locks of Love.
More surprisingly, Aaron seems to love it, too. He had always preferred long hair (typical guy), but when he saw my new 'do he remarked "you should consider having it like that post-cancer, too!" So I love my hair, which is good and bad. Good because I feel cute, bad because my second chemo treatment happens Tuesday, which is when the hair starts to go. At least I have an idea of how to style my hair when it starts to grow back!
Less fun but perhaps my important was my genetic counseling appointment on Thursday. I have decided to get tested for the genetic mutations BRCA1 & BRCA2. Because I am so young, in combination with the frequency of breast cancer on my dad's side, the docs thought it was a good idea to find out, not only for myself, but also for my siblings. If I test positive, there is a 50% chance for each of my siblings to test positive. This is of obvious concern for my sister, who will be turning 40 in April (sorry, Connie!). Also, if my brothers test positive, there is an increased risk for male breast cancer (6%) and younger occurrences of prostate cancer. Aren't genetics a bitch? Just kidding, mom and dad.
I had my blood sample taken on Thursday but we won't know the results for about 3 weeks. Apparently there is one place in the country (Salt Lake City) that does genetic testing, so they're kind of busy. I'll be sure to let you all know the results when we find out.
Thursday was also Aaron's 30th birthday. This means I have less than 2 months to give him crap about being an old man until I reach the big 3-0 myself in December. To celebrate we went to a great Italian restaurant, and Aaron opened presents. Usually all of the boxes on our doorstep are for me (UPS/FedEx are still making daily stops at our house -- you all are WAY too generous!), so it was nice for Aaron to get some love in the mail, too. Part of my gift to Aaron was tickets to "Two Gentlemen of Lebowski," which was a Shakespearean version of "The Big Lebowski" (one of Aaron's favorite movies). The writing and acting were fantastic; a good time was had by all.
Saturday we went out for Halloween dressed as two characters from another of Aaron's favorite movies, "The Royal Tenenbaums." I was Margot and Aaron was Richie. I think we got the look and the attitude down pretty well.
Today I'm focused on taking down Halloween decor (a giant spider web and lights on the front porch) and doing all of the chores I'll be too tired to do over the next few days. Tomorrow is my second chemo infusion, so I now know what to expect as far as side effects. Also, I'm excited to watch my Colts demolish the Texans on Monday Night Football tonight. We need revenge for our week 1 loss!
Happily, our good friend Kate is flying in from Boston on Friday for a weekend visit. I may not have much energy while she's here, but at least we can lay around and watch movies together!
In closing, I'd like to share something from another breast cancer blogger, "Chemobabe." It is a statement that accurately sums up my inability to respond to each of you, as much as I would like to:
I seek amnesty from the normal etiquette of returning phone calls, texts, and emails. Please don’t take my lack of response as loaded with any kind of meaning. There is a pretty good chance that I actually think I answered you. (Confession: I have this mental email problem in a much milder way even when I am well.) I love getting your notes. I can’t say it enough. Please don’t think I am flaky if I don’t respond.