Immunotherapy

I am loving my hair – mainly because I have some, but also because it’s grown enough to look intentional, and yet I can still comb it with a towel. Oddly, it is growing in much thicker and a much darker brown. My phone still doesn’t recognize me.

Tomorrow morning I have chemo, and I also start getting an infusion of an immunotherapy drug called Bevacizumab. I can’t pronounce that, so I just call it Beelzebub.

Beelzebub works by stopping the formation of new blood vessels necessary for tumor growth. It’s side effects, though, are seriously evil. I won’t go into them now, but if you can lob a good thought in my general direction tomorrow morning, I’d be grateful. Who knows, maybe I have met my quota of side effects, and Beelzebub will leave me alone. If I sound a tad nervous, it’s because I am.

It has been a wonderful summer, hasn’t it? – lovely and hot and slow and fabulous. The redhead and I had a great Labor Day weekend, and we hope you did, too.