Chemotherapy: Day Eight

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.

Chemotherapy: Day Three

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...

Feeling Buzzed: Having My Head Shaved Before Chemotherapy [Gallery]

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.

Confirmation of Consent: Not As Feminist As It Sounds

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.

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