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The Shot Heard Around My Hips

I just woke up on Day 3 with massive soreness around my hips and thighs. Thanks, Neulasta..you sure didn't go easy on me. Although, from horror stories I've read, I guess I do have it easier than some. It feels like I rode a bicycle all night long.

The fact that the nausea is in full force this morning is not making it an easy way to start the day. But I'm loaded up with drugs, and hope to feel a bit better soon. It's funny how the person who hated taking pills before is now scoping out what time I can take what pain relievers at.

At least I am done with the first round of anti nausea drugs (the Emend) today, and only one more day of the steroid. Hopefully by Friday I'll be back to normal.

Sadly though, even though this round hasn't been too tough on my yet... I'm already dreading the next 1. Or 7. blech.

But.... I do have a huge thank you to send to the O'Brien cousins for cheering me up last nigh with a hilarious singing telegram! And to my wonderful brother Chris and sister in law Hannah for hanging out with me every day this week and taking such good care of me. I could NOT do this without the support of my truly awesome family. I hope you all know how much I love you.

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  1. We all know how much you love us and know that this will be a memory some day. It's not an easy journey to be on. You are doing great - even though you don't think so right now. Just continue to go with the flow and do what you need to do to get well. Let people know how and when to help - they will be there - every one of us. Love Mama

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  2. So glad the cookie cheered you up!! We hope you know how much we love you!!

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