I had my first chemotherapy session towards the end of Oct 2012 and because it was my first one my mum was able to come with me. We went to the Beatson together and I signed into say I was there. When the nurse came to speak with us to go through she spoke to my mum and we had to have that awkward moment when we said it was actually me getting the treatment. I have to say this situation occurred numerous times throughout my treatment, but we just laughed it off.
I was taken into a room with what looked like dentist chairs all lined up in two rows facing each other. I was told to pick a seat. I remember trying not to look at the other woman there, I have no idea why but I felt embarrassed and knew they would be looking at me thinking I was so young. I have to say as far as chemotherapy sessions went it passed without any issues and I went away feeling this would be a doddle.
As my sessions were only once every three weeks I went on holiday with my parents to the Cairngorms. Before we left I got my long hair cut pretty short so it wouldn't be so bad when my hair fell out. I had to take my new NHS wig with me in case that happened while we were away. Each night I went to bed dreading waking up in case i would wake up with no hair. I really didn't know what to expect with the hair loss.
It wasn't until just before my second chemo session that my hair started to fall out. I actually went on a night out with my friends in Glasgow and woke up in the morning to find my hair was everywhere. It looked like I had rolled around the whole bed. It was a horrible sight and really upsetting. From there I went to hairdresser and she shaved the rest of my hair off and I began to wear the wig and night caps for my wee baldy head. Looking on the positive side getting ready in the morning or for going out took half the time.
