I am excited to share that I made it through "a last." My last big event with my own hair. My cousin got married this weekend to a wonderful girl, whom I am so happy is now officially part of our family.
  I was excited to share this news because for the first time, I think EVER, my hair wasn't a nightmare to deal with. In fact it went so well, it only took me one try to get it into a cute, side-pony/up-do. I didn't fight with my hair, get mad at my hair, or curse my hair and say "wish I was bald!" I enjoyed my hair and it looked pretty. The wedding was very fun and a great distraction from my week ahead.

This week I have my port placement, start chemotherapy, and have my first thanksgiving as a cancer patient (downside: I probably won't get to eat all the holiday foods that I love).

Throughout my weeks of treatment, this is the most nervous I have been. There just seems to be a lot of unknowns with Chemo. When I went through my mastectomy surgery, it seemed like there were things that could go wrong (fluid buildup, scar tissue issues, dying skin, etc.), but it was all based on percentages. And based upon my age and condition these were percentages I could manage. Chemo seems much more unpredictable. My doctor gave me a list of side effects and the percentages. Instead of having Four things to focus on, I felt like it was a small novel of side effects and possible issues...awesome! 

Wednesday is the big day. Although I am nervous I can't wait to get chemo started. I am ready to be done with unknowns of how I will react to it. 

For weeks when I am really nervous like this, I like to remind myself that "everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it."

My climbing gear is on and ready. I can do this!