12.06.12
I arrived today for first day of chemo. I had managed to keep most of the detail to the back of my mind and kept the ‘it’ll be fine’ face on. Packaging everything into a box is great as an avoidance technique but unfortunately the wrapping on that box came undone at 1am this morning as a I rushed to the bathroom to throw up. My ‘it’ll be fine’ mind had heard only ‘nausea’ not ‘vomiting’ and I was working under the impression that i’d just be suffering from the equivalent of a martini fuelled duvet weekend. Sadly not, standing there in front of that mirror brought it all home. I’m here for the long run and although they are going to kill the thing in me, they are going to do some pretty extreme things to my body in order to do it.
It’s also mum’s 60th today which is very sh*tty of life. Husband and I went down at the weekend and we had a family celebration with brothers and partners, sis and niece and nephew. There was no treading on egg shells and a great meal and a beautiful time had by all. I was also able to show my pregnancy test party trick.
It’s 1am and I feel i’ve fallen at the first hurdle. The plan was that I was asleep now waking up nice and fresh ready to take on the next day, but instead i’m tapping at my computer thinking I don’t want to go to sleep and if I exhaust myself now maybe i’ll just sleep through the treatment tomorrow.
But before that. Happy Birthday to my mum. Cx
But before that. Happy Birthday to my mum. Cx
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