Four down, two to go

Peg feels pretty good tonight... a little hyper from the steroids, a little itchy from the chemo.  Her red cell count was up enough they didn't give her anything to boost it, and her white cell count was good as well.

She was more apprehensive last night than she'd been for the last round.  No specific reason.  I think there's always a question mark around side effects and fatigue-- no way to know until symptoms appear.  Knock on wood, but she's had no nausea and her appetite is good.  She keeps meticulous track of her calorie intake each day to keep it between 2,600 and 3,000.  I was pretty shocked to learn how calorie-packed some common foods are.  Good for Peg--for the rest of us, not so much!

She thought she had enough oomph to attend "back to school night" at Zoë's high school tonight, but wisely decided against it at the last minute.  Huge campus, almost two thousand students, total chaos and (literally) running from class to class for an hour and a half.  

We've found, even before Peg was diagnosed, that a good philosophy is "one less thing."  Many sighs of relief have accompanied not trying to cram in just one more errand/activity/commitment. To quote Nancy Reagan, "Just say no."  Especially since these days we're looking pretty carefully at Peg's energy reserves and how best to expend them.