I'm two and a half weeks in and at the start of the weekend I began to feel as though I'd turned a corner. The freshly-run-over-by-a-bus feeling was markedly reduced and my husband and the kids said I looked better. Well hurrah.
But it's often two steps forward and one step back with cancer treatment. Come Sunday evening and I was back under the duvet. Today's another sofa day - a disappointment as I'd hoped to be well enough to attend a Macmillan volunteer day with the community champs. No chance.
My consultant has said if it's all too much I can reduce the dose or even take a couple of days off. I'm reluctant as I'd like to get through the first month at least at full dose. It's looking like I may need to take her advice as it's not just me who's affected by the ongoing side effects. My poor husband is finding it very tough to see me so sick. He had a bit of a breakdown last week. My girls are struggling too. They are very solicitous really get now, rushing to help at every opportunity. My 16-year-old tells me goodnight and adds "wake me if you need anything in the night". You know you're in trouble when you hear that.
I'll give it to Thursday and make a decision then.
