What an interesting two and a half weeks it has been. They have flown by so quickly. I've wrestled with fatigue, breathlessness, sore gums, zits and achy arms, and lots of other side effects but right now I feel tip top and more energetic then ever. My charity head shave helped me overcome the whole hair loss thing. I live in bandana's during the day, my Pompey FC beanie when it gets chilly, and nothing on my head when i'm indoors during the really warm days.
The scariest part was spending most of last week in the hospital with neutropenic sepsis, I was at my most miserable. The day I got discharged was possibly one of the happiest days of my life!
I don't feel I've had any respite from drugs, wards and drips at all and I'm going back to Marsden tomorrow for more chemotherapy, for another 3 nights, second cycle. But this time I know what to expect so i feel more relaxed about it. My hair's gone and my kids saw and touched my shaved head for the first time yesterday. The kind comments they showered me with gave me the lift and strength I needed to help me through this week of treatment. I've had a lovely five days break from hosp in the sun (under the parasol) and even managed a spot of gardening. Everything's looking gorgeous outside. When I come back on friday, the phlox will be taller, the azalea will be flowering and no doubt the lawn will need mowing.
I'm not looking forward to being hooked up to the drip 20 hours a day and the thought of ifosfamide still makes me feel queasy. I'm hoping the fatigue and breathlessness and sore gums won't be as bad as last time and I'm waiting for my eyebrows and lashes to fall out too, but I still feel good, at my best and I hope this feeling doesn't disappear too quickly.
