So December 2021, I was diagnosed with breast cancer and just to be different I had two tumours a smaller triple negative one and a larger her+ in the same boob. No problem I can deal with this, got cracking with four rounds of docetaxal iv chemo.
The first was harsh hit by a bus tired the next day, followed by d'n'v but ok had pills for all of that. However still ended up in acute oncology ward for iv antibiotics with a throat infection. Typically by the time I felt OK it was chemo day again!
Then just before forth round, we all had covid, still staying positive, had the antivirals and only delayed chemo by two weeks. However, this time I had a reaction to the docetaxal and it had to be stopped, ecg monitoring and more injections, thankfully I had a picc line so nice and easy. Only thing that had changed was the fact I'd had covid, God only knows why I reacted on my last one!
Once I started to feel better I made a huge effort with the kids, we went for meals, to the zoo, saw friends and family and spent one on one time with them. I even brought them a special present, a St Christopher for my son and a strong daughter necklace for my girl. I thought I'd do these things while I felt a bit better knowing that the next step was a single mastectomy.
Then it all started to look a bit dodgy....
