MooCoo

No Title Springs To Mind

by MooCoo

My thoughts, ramblings and quite probably some anger at this thing they call "metastatic breast cancer". I've always enjoyed putting pen to paper so I thought I'd try putting fingers to keyboard instead......

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    The Penultimate One - where I am now.

    I've explained how I got here so now it seems only fair to tell you where I am now. I received a DS1500 form over 12 months ago and am proud to have made it a liar. I feel fine. I feel better than I have felt for three years. I have enough hair to style. OK, it's pretty much limited to "Convict" style, but it's there. I have a colour in my face...
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    The one before the penultimate one - aka diagnosis

    So now it was the 22nd of January 2019. I arrived at the hospital in plenty of time for my appointment, knowing I would need a good few cigarettes before going in. As it turned out, I only had one - I felt sick and couldn't face another. I made my way to the clinic. I could go on for hours about the brashness of the lighting, the annoyance of the...
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    Not quite the penultimate post.....it's getting there, though.

    So, I receive an appointment from the hospital for somewhere around January the 18th. I've forgotten the date and last year's diary is upstairs. I'm comfy here and have a hot cup of tea so you'll have to contain your disappointment at not knowing the exact date. I'm not fetching the diary. It was a Wednesday, I believe, if that helps..... I do not...
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    Still not the penultimate bit......

    So after a week or so of this bloody painful shoulder and arm, it got to the point where I couldn't walk very far - nothing wrong with my legs - it was my arm. It was too "heavy" for my body. I was walking around with it permanently held up across my chest in the typical sling position. I would have to stop and rest it on random walls and fences as...
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    Maybe the penultimate bit. I'm not sure yet....

    In this post, what am I now? Probably 44. I had moved on - cancer was a distant memory and hardly ever crossed my mind anymore. I relived it a little when my mum was diagnosed with lung cancer and asked me for my experience of chemotherapy. I told her that my main memory of it was like having a giant headache-less hangover. My brain felt fuzzy,...