Seems about time for an update...
My daughter's birthday party went off without a hitch and she had a wonderful time. Though my knitted knocker disappeared up towards my shoulder over the course of the party and no-one thought to tell me I was majorly lopsided :#
Port-a-cath was installed and is now all healed up. It was much more painful than I expected from how the procedure was described. I'm getting used to having it there and negotiating hugs with kids whose heads are at that height.
Enjoyed a weekend away with the family at the beach which was wonderful, cold but wonderful. Cabarita Beach (northern NSW) is just stunning and reminds me so much of my absolute favourite place, Point Lookout on North Stradbroke Island.
I had my first chemo treatment last Tuesday. I'm on the AC-T protocol. I went in with low expectations, and hoping for the best. As the infusion finished, I suddenly felt exhausted. I had some nausea but was easily managed with the meds and finding foods that didn't set it off. Helped to not get hungry, hunger definitely is not good for nausea. I had horrible joint aches for the first couple of days. The first 3-4 days were the worst, the fatigue was pretty intense. I'm now at day 10 and feeling pretty good - gratefully so.
I had to go into emergency twice to get things checked out - of course these things happened on the days that my GP doesn't work so couldn't see them. The first was after my face & neck turned bright red - and I mean beetroot, bright red. No clear answer for it, likely a reaction to something - either meds or my skin deciding it suddenly didn't like something I was putting on it. The second, I woke up with a very sore ear and throat, spent all day in emergency waiting for bloods & swabs. Again, no idea what it was but sent home this time with antibiotics for just in case.
The emergency visits were a real head-f*k for me. I've always been the sort of person who brushes things off, works through sickness - I have a real intolerance for being sick :D (ironic, right?) and having to get every little thing just makes me feel like a big hypochondriac. I mean, there were people who were having real life & death emergencies while I was there, and I'm sitting there wasting people's time with a sore ear - it felt so dramatic. It's going to take some getting used to.
In anticipation of the hair loss, I enjoyed a final trip to the hairdresser and got it cut short. Then dyed it hot pink for a bit of fun :) I've booked in for a Look Good, Feel Better workshop - which looks like a lot of fun (for anyone coming across this, here's the link -
https://lgfb.org.au/).
Anyway... that's where I'm at so far. Grateful for having a fairly mild time of it so far. It'll be good going into the next one with an idea of how I'm going to respond.