It's been a week or so since my last post so thought it was about time to update things.
Well, on the chemo front, i'm sitting here hooked up to Baxter for the final five hours of Bleomycin which will finish my second course. The second round hit me a little more than I though, more psychologically than physically. I think that's because physically i'm feeling pretty good but the thought of having to go through another three weeks of having poisons pumped into me is not attractive.
Whilst in hospital as an in patient for the last five days I just wanted to get out and i'm thinking of asking them to just knock me out for the next session so I wake up when it's all done!! The coward's way out I suppose, like asking for local anaesthetic during a tattoo..
But, similarly, i'm not going to get 'any stripes' for being a martyr either and stoically enduring this without help.
I had a little bit of a scare over the weekend with an unexplained pain in my neck... There were tears and thoughts that things had spread.. An ultrasound and check up with my specialist yesterday, diagnosed nothing. Just a bit of inflammation and a treatment plan of "stop touching it, of course it'll hurt if you keep poking it". Story of my life.
I'm rocking the Lex Luthor look and have only worn a cap out in public once and that was because this bl**dy weather is making my head cold! That didn't stop me buying the new session G-Star straw hat I saw the other day though. Who knew hats were in. And for anyone else in my position, a very nice old lady gave me a tip whilst I was in the waiting room today. Rub in a little olive oil to help with regrowth... but remember not to just tip it out of the bottle onto the top of your head as that can be a 'little messy'. If the Husband is reading this now he'll be sprinting to the kitchen to hide all his gourmet oils from my grasp, probably just to save me from myself in case I pick up the chilli olive oil by mistake!
On another note, i'm no longer technically pregnant, my alpha feto proteins are now back to normal levels and my pregnancy hormone is undetectable. Looks like i'm going to have to take the Elton and Furnish route . That thud you just heard was mum hitting the floor.
Anyways, time to carry on with my new project, all top secret at the moment but i'll let you know when i'm ready to report on it. It's good to keep the followers in suspense.
Well, on the chemo front, i'm sitting here hooked up to Baxter for the final five hours of Bleomycin which will finish my second course. The second round hit me a little more than I though, more psychologically than physically. I think that's because physically i'm feeling pretty good but the thought of having to go through another three weeks of having poisons pumped into me is not attractive.
Whilst in hospital as an in patient for the last five days I just wanted to get out and i'm thinking of asking them to just knock me out for the next session so I wake up when it's all done!! The coward's way out I suppose, like asking for local anaesthetic during a tattoo..
But, similarly, i'm not going to get 'any stripes' for being a martyr either and stoically enduring this without help.
I had a little bit of a scare over the weekend with an unexplained pain in my neck... There were tears and thoughts that things had spread.. An ultrasound and check up with my specialist yesterday, diagnosed nothing. Just a bit of inflammation and a treatment plan of "stop touching it, of course it'll hurt if you keep poking it". Story of my life.
I'm rocking the Lex Luthor look and have only worn a cap out in public once and that was because this bl**dy weather is making my head cold! That didn't stop me buying the new session G-Star straw hat I saw the other day though. Who knew hats were in. And for anyone else in my position, a very nice old lady gave me a tip whilst I was in the waiting room today. Rub in a little olive oil to help with regrowth... but remember not to just tip it out of the bottle onto the top of your head as that can be a 'little messy'. If the Husband is reading this now he'll be sprinting to the kitchen to hide all his gourmet oils from my grasp, probably just to save me from myself in case I pick up the chilli olive oil by mistake!
On another note, i'm no longer technically pregnant, my alpha feto proteins are now back to normal levels and my pregnancy hormone is undetectable. Looks like i'm going to have to take the Elton and Furnish route . That thud you just heard was mum hitting the floor.
Anyways, time to carry on with my new project, all top secret at the moment but i'll let you know when i'm ready to report on it. It's good to keep the followers in suspense.
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