It's been 3mths since I last posted here. Sorry if that sounds like I'm in church!
I've no idea where to start.
These past months have been hard. I finished 5 months of chemotherapy a month ago. 4 rounds of EC and 12 of Paclitaxel. The side effects of EC were hideous. Paclixatel had many more, less debilitating but so demoralising. Numerous issues with: skin, waterworks, increasing and never ending fatigue, painful peripheral neuropathy, appetite, mood. I could go on and on. Perhaps you think I already have? LOL
The day before my last chemotherapy treatment. I was diagnosed with a pulmonary embolism. Honestly, this cancer thing, is the bleeping unwanted gift that just keeps giving!
Now I'm on months and months of anticoagulants, my planned second mastectomy which was due to take place on 7th January, has to be postponed for 3-6 months. And because of the delay in surgery, I now may have to add radiotherapy to my cocktail of treatments.
To cap it off, I cannot fly at the moment, so my surviving chemo celebratory trip which I was due to depart on this coming Tuesday, also must be postponed.
You couldn't bleeping make it up could you?! Dammit.
To end on a positive note. Last night, I forced myself to get dressed up in my sequin hot pants and go dancing with the delightful man in my life. We had a ball and it really did me the world of good. Him too. It surely must have been a relief for him to be listening to really loud revival reggae music and NOT to me bleating on about my health and all that I've lost this year.
So, the theme of 2024 has been, my health giving me a beatdown. What will 2025 bring?
