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One round of chemo down and 2 to go. My daughter drove me home. I was so very tired. It is good, I guess, that time can blur some not-so-good memories. The 3 weeks between chemo treatments held a variety of experiences and feelings for me. I pretty much wanted privacy. Except for my daughters, I requested no visitors and no phone calls. The first few days were rather uneventful. I had little appetite. Then the nausea hit. I had some meds for it which helped some. I vomited once. I think the major change for me was that I was so tired. I also had some sharp pains in my lower legs. Advil and heat helped a little. I started to see hair in the tub and in my brush. One night, while watching tv, I pulled out a clump of hair. This was it. I got a plastic grocery bag and continued to remove the hair from my head. It all came out except for a small section that looked like a 'comb-over'. I put the bag in the garage and would later give it to the birds for their nests. I put on one of the hats I had received at the chemo center in my 'care bag'. Around the house, I wore a scarf. I was not going to go anywhere for awhile so I did not yet wear my wigs. My eyebrows were ok unless I touched them, then they would fall out. My eyelashes thinned and I lost all other body hair. Except on my chin! My daughters took turns coming over to make sure I was doing OK. This was not easy since they have their own homes and jobs. They would sit with me and do chores. It was very grey outdoors and I started to get depressed. My cats were a great comfort to me, too. I was not looking forward to the next treatment. I did need to go out for blood work before the next treatment. This was the first outing for my wig. I was so nervous at the blood collection station. I knew that when the woman saw CA-125 on my sheet she would know that i have cancer. She was so sweet and understanding. After she collected my blood, she took my hands in hers and prayed for a complete recovery. Tears streamed down my face. I was so touched. What a special woman she was. I knew then that throughout this journey I would be touched by special people.