1st radiotherapy tomorrow got temp of 37.8

Had Rig on the 4th. Still really painful and swollen. Rig surgery went bad and ward care was horrible. 8-11 hrs just to get paracetamol. Mask fitting didn’t go well, had to go back for refit and constantly having to call anyone And everyone to find out what’s going one often to be told late afternoon “ you have an appointment in the morning, did nobody say, have you not had a letter “

First radio tomorrow and rinsed out already..

Started feeling off last night, didn’t pick up today, let paracetamol go 7hrs, ten =37.8 over 1Hr period and still 37.5 with paracetamol but no one wants to know .

carry on regardless I suppose. 

im bad at expressing my feelings so here’s one I prepared last night. Don’t laugh. Hope it resonates 

#cancer

Before the Battle

The word hit like thunder, shattering calm,

"Cancer," they said, and I tightened my palm.

The future, was hazy, now ripples with dread,

A path unknown stretching far ahead.

I’m standing at the edge of the storm,

Chemotherapy waits, cold and warm,

Radiation’s burn, the fight soon to start,

A journey etched deep in body and heart.

Fear lingers near, like a shadow at dawn,

Whispering questions of how I'll hold on or will others have to mourn.

Will I lose the light that I carry inside,

Or find the strength I thought I could hide?

The days ahead will challenge my core,

Tests of endurance not like I've ever faced before.

Yet there's a glimmer, small but strong.

A belief that somehow, I’ll carry along.

I gather my courage, piece by piece,

Accepting the fight, though there’s no release.

I don’t know what tomorrow may bring within its wake

But today, I choose to stand and sing for mine and everyone’s sake.

Hair may fall, and scars may stay,

But life isn’t measured by what slips away.

It’s felt in the moments, the love we keep,

The strength that rises when hope runs deep.

So here I stand, not yet defined,

By the battle to come, or the scars left behind.

I may be afraid, but I’m not alone

I’ll walk this path, and I’ll make it my own.

RB