So today…. This happened… Look at all my chemo chins!! I had my oncology appointment just before this photo was taken… The second time in a week. Last week I was neutropenic and still on antibiotics, so not fit to have my second cycle of EC. My neutrophils were at 0.7, less than half what…
8-9 hours… To wait for a bed. At this point I'd already been there approx 10 hours and I just wanted to cry. I'd had enough. I was weak. I was sick. The room wouldn't stop spinning. I could hear somebody crying out in another cubicle. I was so thirsty. How could I be this…
So as expected, the chemo, once again, did not agree with me. Tuesday rolled around and by the afternoon I was sat on the living room floor, crying, asking my mum if she'd stay the night because I felt so bloody rotten; whether it was intuition, or what, I don't know, but that decision saved…
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! That, that right there was my mood last Monday morning. Throw in some grumbling stomach noises, a helping of nausea, a side of insomnia and a shot of snotty tears and we're good to go!! I should have been absolutely buzzing after the news the week before, but this new chemo had absolutely destroyed…
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