This time last week I was writting a little ditty about chocolate and chemo. What a week its been since then. So last monday I had my first chemo treatment. Breezed through the process with no allergic affects which the pharmacist was happy about as I can't have phenergan as I have a anaphylaxis reaction to and have generally spent most of my life avoiding anti-hystamines. 5 hours later I'm home thinking this is pretty cruisy I am going to be one of the lucky ones and even had a burst of energy and cleared the coffee table of paperwork (I only moved it to the dinner table - but it was the thought that counted).
I wandered of to work the next 2 days feeling ok. Well after a long day of interviewing on the Wednesday I crashed that night and pretty much woke up to find it was Friday and getting out of bed was not achievable. I didn't just hit the proverbial brick wall I also fell under it with it collapsing on top of me.
Fast forward and its Sunday. Achievement for the day was I made it to the shower after 4 days cause I was starting to pong. Have to say it was hard work getting dried and dressed after it but at least I smelt good again.
My taste buds are wonky, my mouth is slothing skin, I'm shaky and weak, my bones feel like they are going through the blender, I have ulcers in my throat but I still have my hair :-). Well at least for another 7 days or so I'm told.
Being the eternal optimist or just plain stubborn I will be getting up in the morning to go to work. I may only make it for a few hours but for me thats normality and I desperately need some normality.
In this day an age the fact that the treatment is so much awful than the illness defies logic. I understand the procress as I have a scientist's brain but geez I have had to spend the week telling my brain I have to be this sick so that I can be healthy again. Then I explain to my brain I was actually quite healthy up until a week ago. Pfft my brain and I have some interesting conversations at times lol.
Anyway I know this is a journey of stamina not speed so I figure I will probably have quite a few more debates with myself until this particular phase is over.
My mum is a breast cancer survivor and I will be to but god its bloody hard work but I will take the achievements as they happen and celebrate that today I am clean, jarmies changed, moved from the bed to the couch and enjoying some cooling and soothing orange jelly.
Happy mother's day
