Thank God one thing is consistent and that is my ‘get over it’ day. Day 11. I wake up and it’s like the last 10 days were some kind of awful nightmare. I feel totally fine. Ready to face the life as we know it head on. I was up at the crack of dawn, house cleaned, bed stripped, shopping done. All over a new week. This time I’m taking the week off work though. I’ve had 2 appointments already today and I’ve got 2 more to follow this week.
My first appointment this morning was a routine 6 week check up with my Oncologist. This is the first time we’ve met up since I started my treatment. The conversation started with a reiteration of how aggressive my breast cancer was. She kept making sure I was aware of this. I don’t really want to be, but yes, I’m aware. She went through my MRI results from the week I had my first treatment. They weren’t great. Within 3 weeks of scans from diagnosis to starting treatment, my cancer had grown from 5 cm to 8 cm. It’s not looking any better after a few rounds of chemo. In fact, quite the opposite. The little bastard is growing and moving and closer to my Lymph nodes. I’m trying to stay super positive right now. It’s only Monday. It can’t go downhill already. I’m now being watched closely (like I’m the one doing something wrong) and will meet up with the Oncologist every 3 weeks. Because they are already blasting the shit out of me with a lethal chemo cocktail, there’s no change to treatment. As we were with the same plan and pray to all of the Gods that we don’t get any secondary results.
After glorious start to the day, that I had to head for another appointment for a pre assessment for surgery on Wednesday. I’m getting a PORT fitted in my chest because already the chemo has scared the veins in my left arm. The rest of my veins seem to have shriveled within an inch of their life. Getting chemo, IV drips or blood is an impossibility. I’m dreading the procedure but at least once it’s done, I don’t need to worry about it again. So bloods taken for the last time today and a COVID test done ready for the big fitting.
Now, I drink margaritas.
