The Flash of Hotness

As a result of my chemotherapy, full body radiation, and bone marrow transplant, I am now going through menopause.

Hot flashes are not, as I had thought, flashes of hotness, like this:

But more like this:

CYCLOSPORINE

One of the medications I'm on is called CYCLOSPORINE. (I always imagine this prescription in all caps. It just has one of those names that screams at you each time you read it.) It's an immunosuppressant (probably my favorite word - so fun to spell!), and I'll be on it for the better part of a year. These pills are huge. When I first got them from the pharmacy I literally thought they were suppositories (another fun word to spell).

Among the many side affects (which include hand tremors - I have that one, yay) is hair growth. Yay! No more baldness, right? Well, not quite. Of course, when going through cancer treatment, there's always a downside to everything. Cancer is all about extremes.

Here's how it went the first few weeks on cyclosporine:

I used to be as bald as a fetus. Now I am one hairy mo fo.

Heh...

Ready for the World

I'm back at home and my hospital leash is longer. My doctors have set me loose back in the wild. I am less a patient and more of a person, woohoo! Some of my medications make my hands shake, but I don't think it affects me much:

I'm lookin' good.