It’s been 12 day since my first chemo session, and 48hrs until I do my next cycle. Over the last 12 days I’ve felt a collection of side effects ranging from bed ridden rough to fine and dandy. I’ve felt extremely sorry for myself and probably spent days in bed or on the sofa when I could have brushed myself off and got up. However, I allowed myself to wallow. When the going got tough, my positivity went so it just goes to show that all my pretences of being fine was rubbish and I seemed to just be believing my own bullshit. I now know its ok to not be ok with all this.
The side effects included all the ones I was expecting; nausea, fatigue, indigestion, aches and pains. Plus some that took me by surprise; blurred vision, comedic amounts of burps and killer farts. There was no order to the side effects either. At times it felt like the days were having a trade off of ailments. Tuesday would let me off the nausea, but gave it to Wednesday to dish out. Whereas Thursday off loaded all the bone aches to Friday and Sunday, for shits and giggles! And we’ll not talk about the 4 day poo that nearly killed me off!
