As Liz Taylor said, ‘pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick and pull yourself together.’
This is exactly what I did after chemo and I’ve literally had the most fun over the last 10 days. Going out out has been amazing. Apart from the fact we haven’t been able to do it properly for 16 months, being in a bar or restaurant with my mates has been the most amazing thing ever. I’ve literally booked in everyone I needed to see and caught up with all the girls over the week.
It’s still been testing dealing with more infections, my ridiculous reaction to my 2nd Covid jab and dodging friends who have Covid or are isolating but all in all I’ve mostly been too pissed or hungover to care. I couldn’t be more grateful to have all of these amazing women in my life (and some men who taxi me about and bring me cake for breakfast) I really wouldn’t be able to get through my days without you all feeding me and plying me with shots.
I got an MRI appointment for the 9th August for a check on the current and potential new cancer lumps. I was due one anyway after my 4th cycle, so they haven’t rushed anything through. I suppose I’m already having the treatment. Not much else that could be done if it is the worst-case scenario. I’m not worrying about that at this point.
Chemo pre assessment is this morning, then a casual 15 course meal with my sister for my ‘last supper’ before we dive headfirst into cycle 4 tomorrow. I’m trying not to think about what that may bring. We are back to the unknown with the new treatment. But for now, bringing on the taster menu and wine paring please.
