Tomorrow will mark one week of being on oral chemotherapy. I must admit, I was surprised that I felt like I had "medicine head" during the week. (Hello- it's chemotherapy, and the drug you're taking is targeting something in your head!) Everyone was so focused on THE RASH, worrying about other side effects seemed superfluous. Data I read didn't mention chemo brain or mental cloudiness; it was solely focused on the rash. The chemo brain has not arrived, just the feeling of I've had too much cold medicine.

Last Wednesday, I was wobbly and had to focus on my ballroom dance exercises to lead with my big toe and engage my abs. (Thank you JT Ballroom in Tarzana, CA for the years of help!) Walking with my trekking poles to just get around seemed like a very real possibility. Thursday was difficult, and it felt like my head was swimming in pea soup.

Walks with Abbey have been masked, and to stay chrmo-safe, they've been on the short side, staying close to her house to ensure we have cell service and a ride if I start feeling icky. Fortunately, my trekking poles have not been necessary, and each day gets easier as my body adjusts to the medication. Hopefully, the weather won't make it prohibitive to walk, but on those chilly/icy/snow days, I have dance and can turn on music and work on my ballroom technique!