Just Shoot Me…..
I've been labouring under a really freaking big misapprehension for all of my life.
I thought I was strong – lol
I thought I could deal with anything and everything life could throw at me – now I know better.
I have carried and delivered three kids – and brought the little darlings up – a complete doddle compared to what I have done in the last 5 weeks. There's still one more week to go.
30 Chemo tablets
9+ days of constant fatigue
9+ days of constant nausea
9+ days of constant cramping
14+ days of very bad 'sun burn'
not to mention the whole toileting thing.
I feel like that flayed creature under the train station bench in the final Harry Potter book.
After a major meltdown last weekend where I swore I wasn't continuing with treatment – it didn't help I was weening myself off opioids – I determined I will finish my treatment – I hope it's all been worth the effort.
I look at the chemo tablets every morning and heave – I know I am poisoning my body to make it better.
I pray to all the presiding deities and the universe that I never have to do this again.
As long as there is mashed potatoes and gravy I shall survive!!