Happy New Year
Sorry I was a bit lax in keeping up this blog, but what with Tunde's exciting news and the holidays..... who has time to think about a little thing like cancer........
Seriously, though, this has been the hardest chemo so far. Today was the first and only day that I felt healthy and myself, without going into bouts of fatigue. And yes, you guessed, tomorrow is time for another chemo. It's just too hard and too long, methinks.
But, I never dwell on this for long, so let me tell you about the good things that happened. On 29 December my friend Ildiko arrived from Hungary. She stayed with me for nine months almost three years ago, and was going to help me with the now infamous documentary that met an untimely death two years ago. Then she came to study English, now she is on holidays and has taken it upon herself to look after me for the next two chemos between excursions to various parts of Australia.
The second good thing is a week's visit from my friend Alison T. from London. Alison and I went to grammar school together in London and, although we have kept up over the years, we haven't had much time alone, because of family commitments and the tyranny of distance. We've been having a wonderful time catching up, although I must say I have been pretty crook the last couple of days. We all went to see the 9pm fireworks on New Year's Eve and watched the big ones on the TV at midnight, drinking copious amounts of bubbly and wine. On New Year's Day we went to a party, but had to leave early on account of me being so tired.
The weather has been awful, one minute hot, next minute cold, rain, rain, humidity and wind. Lots of wind. I am still not sure what happened over the past three days, but yesterday I felt so crook, I went to see my GP, who did every test under the sun, including for the heart, but everything seems fine. So, I think I just had several episodes due to the weather, nothing to do with the chemo or with my heart (sometimes my episodes can feel like a heart attack, which is quite grim).
However, today was a new day and I felt fine. I went to the stores with Susan R. and got an ottoman, so I can be really comfy over the next chemo round as I slump in front of the TV. It even has a storage area that's perfect for the big cross-stich project I will start as soon as my eyes can focus again. I also got some non-iron sheets, so all I will have to iron now are my amazing collection of sarongs and scarves. My Africa cloth head gear attracted a lot of comments today at the stores. Everyone thinks I am making a bold fashion statement. That's cool by me.
This evening Alison and I went to an African restaurant where we had West African food with foufou. It was great. I hardly thought about tomorrow. Now that I am, I think I better turn in and get the body ready for that next round.
I am thankful for the great friends I have and for the fact that today I did not have the blues. Tomorrow the treatment will be different from before, because I am going to get a different drug for the next three rounds. I don't remember the name, but am hoping that the side effects will be as bearable as those for the previous lot.
So, I am telling myself to hang in there, be cool and, most of all, I wish everyone reading this blog a Happy, Healthy and Wealthy New Year!
Seriously, though, this has been the hardest chemo so far. Today was the first and only day that I felt healthy and myself, without going into bouts of fatigue. And yes, you guessed, tomorrow is time for another chemo. It's just too hard and too long, methinks.
But, I never dwell on this for long, so let me tell you about the good things that happened. On 29 December my friend Ildiko arrived from Hungary. She stayed with me for nine months almost three years ago, and was going to help me with the now infamous documentary that met an untimely death two years ago. Then she came to study English, now she is on holidays and has taken it upon herself to look after me for the next two chemos between excursions to various parts of Australia.
The second good thing is a week's visit from my friend Alison T. from London. Alison and I went to grammar school together in London and, although we have kept up over the years, we haven't had much time alone, because of family commitments and the tyranny of distance. We've been having a wonderful time catching up, although I must say I have been pretty crook the last couple of days. We all went to see the 9pm fireworks on New Year's Eve and watched the big ones on the TV at midnight, drinking copious amounts of bubbly and wine. On New Year's Day we went to a party, but had to leave early on account of me being so tired.
The weather has been awful, one minute hot, next minute cold, rain, rain, humidity and wind. Lots of wind. I am still not sure what happened over the past three days, but yesterday I felt so crook, I went to see my GP, who did every test under the sun, including for the heart, but everything seems fine. So, I think I just had several episodes due to the weather, nothing to do with the chemo or with my heart (sometimes my episodes can feel like a heart attack, which is quite grim).
However, today was a new day and I felt fine. I went to the stores with Susan R. and got an ottoman, so I can be really comfy over the next chemo round as I slump in front of the TV. It even has a storage area that's perfect for the big cross-stich project I will start as soon as my eyes can focus again. I also got some non-iron sheets, so all I will have to iron now are my amazing collection of sarongs and scarves. My Africa cloth head gear attracted a lot of comments today at the stores. Everyone thinks I am making a bold fashion statement. That's cool by me.
This evening Alison and I went to an African restaurant where we had West African food with foufou. It was great. I hardly thought about tomorrow. Now that I am, I think I better turn in and get the body ready for that next round.
I am thankful for the great friends I have and for the fact that today I did not have the blues. Tomorrow the treatment will be different from before, because I am going to get a different drug for the next three rounds. I don't remember the name, but am hoping that the side effects will be as bearable as those for the previous lot.
So, I am telling myself to hang in there, be cool and, most of all, I wish everyone reading this blog a Happy, Healthy and Wealthy New Year!
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