As I write, it's day nine (which, the eagle eyed amongst you will have spotted, means that I start my DIY G-CSF injections today. Fuuuuuuuuuu-), and so time for a recap of day 8. Which, if I'm being honest, was a total bugger of a day.
Sorry that I didn't update yesterday - between cupcake making in the morning and a post-lunch chemo session in the afternoon, I was pretty wiped by the evening and just fancied a snuggle on the sofa with the dog. There are three things I want to talk about in today's post...
Super short update, because I'm aware this is my third post today (calm your tits, Ceri). My second day of BEACOPP Escalated chemotherapy is over, and it went pretty well. Liquid lunch today involved two bags of Etoposide, two bags of Cyclizine, and some saline solution.
First day of chemotherapy is done. It feels really good to be able to say that; for the last couple of weeks everything has seemed in limbo. I have been weighed down with the fact that I have cancer, but caught in that frustrating period between knowledge and action. Today, finally, I started fighting back.
You guys, I am seriously in love with these photos. They capture the laughter, love and liberation of the whole experience perfectly, and I wanted to share them with you. Take a look at the slideshow below and, whatever your feelings about hair loss, please remember that they're valid, important and that you don't owe anyone anything when it comes to the choices you decide to make for you during this process.
Yesterday my parents and I attended something referred to as a 'Confirmation of Consent' meeting with my absolute babe of a Nurse Specialist, Theresa. Sadly this wasn't some sort of disruptive feminist workshop, but a medical appointment about chemotherapy. The point of the session is to run through your cancer treatment plan, its side effects and risks, answer any questions you may have and then finally get your permission to start poisoning you for your own benefit.