Looks like spring is coming to Switzerland. We’ve had nice weather for the last few days. The smell of manure permeates the air (we do live next to a farm, after all), and there are lots of chirpy birds outside. It feels springy.

I had my oncology follow up today. I have this organized schedule. The week after chemo, I see my oncologist to talk about how the chemo week went. At the end of the following week, I see my regular doctor to check my counts (and usually they are quite low). Then it’s time to go back for one more of the super-campari-colored prednisone accompanied chemos. I guess I have a break after that while my counts bounce back and then it’s time for my weekly taxols, which aren’t supposed to be so bad. However, I am to spend 2 30 minute periods each day out in “fresh air”. And I think it is a good prescription. Some movement, some sunlight – all good. I’ll even take Lily, who might appreciate the opportunity to chase cats and kick up dirt.

So it was springy, and I decided to wear my wig. My wig is cute but it’s way more stylish than me.. It’s perky matron and short but reminds me of my Orthodox Jewish ancestors in Poland or wherever, and it also reminds me of all the Orthodox Jewish women I see on the JFK-ZRH flight in their wigs. Weird associations. I’m trying to figure out if I look more like a woman with cancer or an Orthodox Jewish matron. What-evah. I do like the color though.

Now I’m getting ready for my sister Eileen (yes, I really do have one) to come – she arrives in 2 weeks, to baby sit me while M goes to the US, but she’s staying for a month and we should have some amusement.

I was thinking of writing with more depth, but the truth is that I’m so tired tonight that I think I’ll snooze instead. Must have beauty sleep. Lily’s already asleep at the bottom of the bed.