It’s been just over 3 weeks since my right boob faced the same fate as my left and had to leave us. I had a checkup last week and had the steri strips removed and had the wound drained. It’s all healed up very nicely so far. I had an appointment with the physio last week who was happy with my range of movement and signed me off after one appointment. One less thing to worry about.
I had my chemo pre assessment again and bloods were still not great, but they agreed to let me re start treatment last Monday. (I should have been in Tenerife that day, but sacrifices have to be made sometimes). I knew a delay in treatment was a risk when I decided to go for the surgery but then had a major freak out when I had to wait. I know a week is nothing but after my last operation by the time I started chemo again I had secondary breast cancer and it had spread to 4 places. When you have no idea what it is happening on your insides any delay makes it a long anxiety filled week. I’ve got this wound to complete then another round to do before my next scan. I’m already thinking about that and its a month away.
The chemo hit me hard at the end of last week with the fatigue being really bad. I slept for 2 days straight over Thursday and Friday. The nightmare is that no matter how much you rest and sleep, you never feel any better for it. Until today. I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to start the day. Nice timing to enjoy the weekend (in the snow).
I think from Monday I’m going to start taking more responsibility back at work. I have worked for the last year, but it has been on shorter days and with not much aim or drive. When there are no deadlines or ownership, I’ve slowly become less interested in what I do. I have always loved my job so I think working full day and with some purpose will do me good to get my brain working every day.
I’ve got a review on Monday with my Oncologist as my first 6 rounds of Capcitabine are up. I’m guessing they will just renew the scrip until scan results say otherwise. I also have an appointment next week with the trials team so I’m praying there’s some positive news from that appointment.
It’s been a year today since I found that pesky little lump in my armpit. How time flies when you’re having so much fun. I can’t even fathom how my brain has dealt with all of the information that has been thrown at it to process the last 12 months. Here’s to the start of highlighting all of my cancerversaries!
