Tomorrow I will have my last chemo session, 15 weeks and 2 days since my first one in March. I am counting down the days….in 6 days I will be through the worst of the side effects, the nausea and the tiredness. In 12 days my sore mouth will be recovering, in 14 days wine will taste like wine, in 19 days my bowel movements should be more normal and I might get a night without having to pee, and finally, in 21 days I can eat brie and poached eggs again, though perhaps not at the same time!
Looking back, I was dreading chemo, when the oncologist shared the side effects I was truly more scared of this than of cancer. But I have been very lucky, I have worked throughout, kept up a reasonable average step count through walking and this has been much easier than I expected.
Next week I will have my first face to face meeting at work, since March 2020. I had to hold back when I was telling my oncologist I had cleared my diary for Monday expecting a bad day 5, but had a meeting on Tuesday. She rather wryly said that she had hoped I'd clear my diary for the whole week, at which point I decided not to tell her I was travelling to meet my colleagues. We're meeting outdoors, I'm double jabbed and everyone is aware of my treatment so I feel I will be safe enough.
So, my next blog post will likely turn towards Phase 2, a move from poison to butchery as I have surgery mid August…….
