Feeling good after chemo treatment 9 of 12

Yesterday I had my 9th of 12 scheduled treatments, and it went fairly smoothly, although it was an especially long day because I had an appointment with my oncologist before the treatment began. Since he was 45 minutes behind schedule, I didn't get home until 5 pm. Aside from that, I handled the treatment well, and am still handling it. My appetite was good last night, having discovered that mashed potatoes (easy on the butter) are THE magical post-chemo food elixir I've been searching for (or for which I was searching for you preposition nazis out there). I slept untile almost 4:30 this morning and am still feeling stable. I'm fatigued from the chemo, but there's no way around that. Caffeine in large quantities only brings nausea. I'm looking forward to a restful, uneventful day. When I saw my oncologis yesterday, he marked several times how good I look and how happy he is to see me gaining weight. He said an oncologist is the only doctor who will applaud weight gain. I'm 202 lbs. after a decade at 180-185. I'd ordinarily be pissed at being "overweight" but I need all the buffer I can get, and with the cold sensitivity from the oxaliplatin, the extra insulation isn't a bad thing. All of this has bolstered my optimism about beating this damn cancer. Christmas was great, and peaceful. I hope everyone who reads this (and who celebrates) did as well. I will end this with a quote I really like: "It is not length of life, but depth of life." --Ralph Waldo Emerson