...but still nothing! Outside, that is. Anyone remember Buddy Holly, "Raining in my Heart"? That's how it is with me today - no warning, just crash, chin on the floor. I've even gone and dropped two tea-plates just now on a tiled floor, so the bits are only good for draining-crocks in flower-pots. Normally I'd be annoyed but philosophical, but today it's a disaster for me of Titanic magnitude - shrieking, tears... Why?
It's not as if I've long to go on the chemo, just one more session on Friday - an 8th.day top-up - then 4 weeks' peace before I see the oncologist, have an x-ray and then fingers crossed get passed back to the surgeons for follow-ups.
So why do I feel so down? tired, yes, after a mammoth 12 hour chemo session last Friday when everything that could go wrong did, from drugs being 2 hours late to collapsed veins & frantic efforts to find somewhere to put the cannula. All par for the course really, I shouldn't have been surprised, but it was so frustrating.
Excuse this self-indulgent whining, I just needed to let it out. I know other people, especially younger ones, are facing far worse than me and I do wish you all the strength, luck & love there is to see you through. I feel for you. Can anyone feel for me - pleeeez?!!! Just a little bit?
