It's day 19/21 in J's last cycle of chemo. It's 2 weeks since his last hospital chemo and a week since he had his second blood transfusion. He's no longer neutropenic but he still isn't as good as I hoped he might be, the champagne corks have remained unpopped -indeed the champagne is still in the shop! I can't wait for the day when I say "how are you feeling" and he says "good".... or even "fine" would do. At the moment there is still a list of tiredness, aching, cramping, numbness, tingling, etc etc! Poor J!!
Now he has stopped taking his chemo drugs I've persuaded him to start on some vitamins. I think he is showing signs of hypocalcemia and he's refusing to talk to the doctors about it, so have got him some calcium, magnesium and vitamin D tablets; and his mum got his some iron and vitamin B tablets as well, so between us we've got all bases covered.
That's all to say really. I've stopped being so obsessed with holidays now. The pre-christmas weekend, the February jaunt to Sharm, the dream holiday to Florida all seem impossible still. So I've started thinking about tattoos instead! We're a very unlikely pair for a tattoo but I think it would be fitting to get something small, tasteful and matching as a memento of a very bad time got through together. J says "don't be so ridiculous I hate needles, I'm sick of needles, why would I want more needles after all this." Hmm.... am working on it....
