Dear all,
I start my chemo tomorrow (11.30) and feeling worried to say the least: the needles; the knowing that I am not going to feel well from now for at least four and half months; the constant need to cosset the hair, wrap it up and lie still at night, in the probable futile battle of losing some, most or all of it…
BUT like Jo says - those of you fearing the surgery should have nothing to worry about at all (being a surgery first chemo later girl) - the unpleasantness of the chemo will outweigh the surgery by far. The surgery discomfort passes in a day or two - honestly, there is only the inconvenience of hauling around of the drainage bottles in an unfashionable plastic bag, and the few days stay in hospital. I found the need for pain relief was only for the first day or so - and it was certainly easy enough to sleep through the night. In some ways I treated the stay in hospital as a mini-break. The nurses were lovely and I quickly learned their names and recognised their personalities. And the views over the London skyline were magical, especially the sunrises and sunsets.
Perhaps at the right time in our treatments we should all plan to meet… I know we are geographically spread - but I am sure there is somewhere we could meet in the middle - or I at least would be happy to have the excuse for a break in the North East.
Love Bright xx
It was work again for me today and the usual pattern of having to try too much to do and too little time… but I have been looking at my diary and thinking about how to scale back. Hoping I will be recovered enough to work at home from Monday and possible go back into work for some hours on Wednesday. I need to keep busy as I have been having a real low again about the thought of never seeing the married man again. All part of my previous life (as one of you mentioned here) when there were exciting things to look forward to and no knowledge of the spectre of the dark days ahead - the cancer, the separation,… but still I need to be grateful - my scans were clear, I have a comfortable lifestyle a job I like and a loyal partner.
Still I know I am on the start of a new journey - that’s what Nick the chemo nurse said yesterday. Suddently Houseman’s A Shropshire Lad comes to mind. (A E Houseman who was from Shropshire - was pining for his county whilst serving in the trenches of the first world war… or at least I think he was) I love these lines from it. Longing for the past and knowing nothing will ever be quite the same again…
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again
This evening I took my cat to the vet for his annual injections, and he was so braving lying there - as the vet gave him a jab and a worming tablet, And his weight was stable, which I had been worried about as I have fed him quite a few treats over the year. He has a developed a real love of chicken jalfrezi - even the rice.