My first chemo pump was removed on Friday, and by the time I got home, I was utterly shattered. Sliding into bed, I had full intentions of getting up for dinner (or something), but when hubby came to dispense some of my loads of tablets, I knew I wasn't going anywhere. I finally dragged myself out of bed this afternoon (some 45+ hrs later) I've been blessedly pretty free of nausea thanks to the MacMillan nurses, and the pain is steady at a level 4-5 most days now. Hubby and I did find a B&B close to the hospital for the first week, just in case anything went awry — I highly recommend it if you live further away (we are over an hour from Shrewsbury). I've been thinking of repeating that for the last week, but I don't know if it will make much difference at that point.
From the time of my PET scan (2+ months ago) and now, I've gone to Stage 3 with "Sicily" (the tumour's name) protruding more than 2cm. Still, I've been told the treatment plan wouldn't change in any case. I'm having a hard time imagining the next month of treatment. The fatigue is waaay beyond anything I feel my body can take. I truly don't know how you lovely people have done it! Especially those of you who are trying to hold down jobs or take care of small humans. I'm 70 with co-morbidities, but still, I applaud YOU!
So, what's to come? I've read much about the first bit and the last... but what's in between? TIA ~
