Welcome to my blog.
HELLO
I have decided to keep a sort of diary to record what I am up to during the next few months so any one who wants to can log on and see how I am. I promise not to get too medical on you, but be warned, I may share some of the things which happen, so do feel free to look away at any time if you need to
This is by no means intended to replace normal chats on the phone or texts etc and I will still be available for morning coffees, lunches, pub lunches, afternoon teas, evening entertainments, weddings, bar mitzvahs etc!!! Just give me a ring.
Seriously, I am sure there will be days when I am not feeling as well as others so please hang on in there and keep trying.
The last six weeks has all been a bit of a whirl really from first discovering my problem up until now when I am virtually recovered from surgery and embarking on my chemo treatment.
I had the first session last Thursday which was to all intents and purpose a bit weird. I was attended to by a youngish (late twenties) male nurse who, in his own words was 'having a bad hair day' and who was called "Mars" ! Before all you girls get jealous, he was a bit of an ageing rocker type who (and I 'm definitely not being fair to him) gave the impression he knew a lot about injecting things into arms (and I don't just mean mine !)
The whole process was strange as I watched coloured liquid (OK, poison...) going into my arm. One of the drugs was freezing cold and that was a most peculiar sensation.
Since Thursday I have been ok and trying not to fill in too many boxes on the Chemotherapy Side Effects Bingo Card. It's very hard when they tell you that all sorts of things COULD happen and you sit there trying very hard not to imagine that they are!
I know it will change as I progress through the course but I am keeping positive and taking each thing as it comes.
It has been so fantastic to have support from everyone. Colin and the boys have been absolutely wonderful and I don't know how I would have felt so far without their love and help.
All friends, neighbours, work colleagues, and friends of friends have sent me messages and it has been quite overwhelming. If the number of people you have got behind you could dictate how well you get through the treatment, then for me it should be a piece of cake.
I went up to get a wig from a brilliant wig shop last week. The choices were endless and my friend Gilly and I had a great time trying them on. I have ended up with something quite restrained really, but a little different from normal - well what's the use of losing your hair if you can't have a bit of fun. I also got a headscarf thingy which I have been playing with. At the moment I can't find a happy medium between Hida Ogden and Winnie Mandela, but I am working on it! ( I still have my hair at the moment but not for too much longer so I am told)
This week- end is supposed to be the time when my immune system is at its lowest so I am taking it very easy and last night went up to town to do a walking treeasure hunt which saw us walk for a few miles round the Liverpool Street area looking for cryptic clues and stopping in four or five pubs! Ok, so I had better not do too much today or tomorrow. The lounger in the garden is beckoning...... I have promised to be a good girl and listen to my body so the ironing is going to have to wait.
