Finally Lost a Load & Life with the Beautiful People

Yesterday was a milestone for me. I puked! It was the first time through all this chemo, and I haven't even been feeling nauseas on this new drug! It really snuck up on me. I attribute it to the pain meds I was taking for leg pain. BUT, by evening, I was wolfing down succulant ribs at a party hosted by "the beautiful people".

By Beautiful people (and I need to say this with a special drawn-out accent - "beaauuut-i-ful"), I mean a party at my plastic surgeon's home. It was a very nice party at which I couldn't help but stare at the guests' faces and breasts to see if they, too, were patients of the doctor. Bad me. It's a new world being surrounded by people who have the desire to fix their faces and bodies - a club, of sorts. I have to admit, it was nice to be part of the club, even if I didn't electively join. However, I wasn't about to show my cellulite and jump into the hot tub! Lately, I've become more obsessed with researching options for breast alteration so MAYBE I'll have the option of being symmetrical, and never wearing a bra again! I might as well get perky breasts out of the deal, right? Having a "bra burning" party sounds really cathartic at the moment.

My friend with lymphoma was released from the hospital. A number of tests were run on her, but it sounds like they were inconclusive. I'm afraid she is still in for a long, rough fight....hmmm....we are in SUCH different situations. I'm partying with the beaaauuuutiful people, and she's fighting for her life. I can only say that my willingness to grab for any bits of happiness is very high right now, and I need some fun in my life after a long winter.