I haven’t even started my treatment yet and already I look like a bad drug addict. My veins look ruined. My arms and hands are all a big old bruised mess. Over the last week it’s been constant blood tests, MRI scans, CT scans. Blood out and IV drips in. Oh and got my first Covid jab today too.
My chemo pre assessment is complete. I’m ready to go tomorrow.
The cancer care ward is the nicest place! It felt like I was starting a new school when I went and got showed around. Everyone was super friendly and introducing themselves and asking my name. I felt so comfortable and at ease. Total new kid on the block. I was not prepared for the amount of information I would need to take in, or the number of questions that would be asked. 90 mins of it. No rock was left unturned from physical & mental health, to what I should be eating during treatment and what style of wig I would like to get.
They sent me away with a lovely goodie bag with a new super soft toothbrush, thermometer and bottle of factor 50. You can see the picture I’m painting for what look I’ll be rocking this summer. I’ve to another book to add to my cancer stationery collection! This time a chemo book which will log all of my treatments and notes. It also has a shit load of information that to be honest I can’t deal with reading.
I feel like the last 5 weeks have been taken over with me over obsessing about the side effects and symptoms of chemo. I literally can’t guess about what might happen anymore. I don’t have long now, and I’ll see for myself what it’s all about. The unknown is killing me. I'm such a control freak the thought of not being able to plan ahead is doing my head in.
The nerves are setting in bad tonight. Early to bed early to rise as my Nana used to say! Roll on tomorrow.
