Today I broke down. I continue to sob as I write this. Sometimes I feel like my mind is renting a small square footage of my body. It has become communal property. Some of the tenants are part of a cooperative to keep it in good condition. Some are saboteurs. But everyone has a say. I want my body back.
LOOK AT MAH BELLEH! Day 1/5 of G-CSF injections done. These are daily home injections to stimulate my white blood cell count. Big shout out to Dr Nick for popping by today to do this, and to mum for being such a diligent documentarian (is that a real word?).
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.
I've been meaning to do a write up about my PICC line for the last week, but time got away from me a bit as I also started chemotherapy. So, apologies about the delay as this is one of the topics I've received the most questions about!
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.