The flu, wig shopping, etc.

My son came to visit me the weekend before last. It was a wonderful visit, but he didn't feel well when he arrived, and by the time he left, he was all-out sick with the flu. I didn't want him to drive home in that condition, but he insisted he had to get home to his own bed. I rarely get the "crud," no, I just get something silly like cancer, but by last Wednesday I thought I was dying. God, what an awful bug. I was laid up for two days; I think it would have been worse had I not had a flu shot, because Taylor was sick much longer.
I was pretty freaked out by the whole thing, because the plan is still moving forward to have my port-catheter put in Friday morning, followed by my first "blast" of chemo. If you're sick, they won't start, and I am ready to get the show on the road. As of today it sounds like my sweetie has it now. Poor guy.
I see the medical oncologist, Dr. Kaplan tomorrow, and they will take some blood and make sure I'm okay to go. The port-cath deal is surgery, so they will have to knock me out.
In the meantime, I looked at wigs last weekend, and had them order one I liked in a color closer to my own. If I don't like it, I'm not obligated, which is very cool. The ladies at this place, Hair Options, are really nice and work with great deal of cancer patients. It's sort of a bob, like I used to wear my hair, only a little longer. Hey, I may as well have some fun with this!
I'm more than a little freaked out about the port. I know they said it wouldn't show - my concern is just that I'll have this foreign object in my body. I don't know why, but it totally grosses me out. I can't even imagine having, say, a pacemaker. OH! Speaking of hearts, mine is super strong. I had a mugascan which checks your heart to make sure it can handle the chemo, and they said I have the heart of an athlete!
One more thing....I went to a "get started" meeting last night about "The Three Day," a huge fundraiser for the Susan G. Komen Foundation. I didn't realize the scope of the event. It's huge! In addition to walking 10 miles each day over three days, you have to raise at least $2,300. It looks like a lot of fun, but I've decided to do it next year as a survivor, as I just don't think I can handle the additional stress right now of fund raising on top of the job and treatment. I know some women were in the same boat, but were going for it anyway. But I know my limits, and being the perfectionist that I am I'll freak if I don't make the goal. So, I'll wait.