14 days ago I had my final chemo session.
It feels so strange that the 6 sessions I’d dreaded starting last September, are over! And if I’m honest, what i thought would be a celebration was an anti climax. My nurses had had a shit day. One chemo patient had really bad reaction. And they’d left the ward before I had my shoes on so I couldn’t thank them properly for the care they’d given me.
I can barely make it round the park without stopping. Hell. I can barely make it through the day without a nap. I’m just so tired all the time.
I forget what I am doing all the time. I forget things I said I’d do. I forget pretty much everything unless I write it down.
My hair is shit. Really shit. It needs some moisture. And dyeing. And de-frizzing. It needs to be the 8 inches it longer it was this time last year.
And my stomach needs to un-bloat after the drugs.
And I burst in to tears all the time.
And I need to reassess how I’m spending my life.
Oh and lose the weight I’ve put on during chemo before I start taking a drug, for 5 years, that is known to make you gain weight. The joy!
And if any of you have been wondering what it’s like to have chemo – I made this video for Instagram a while back. I haven’t shared it here but maybe it’s time?