So, we have finished the first of the new treatments… there was an ‘end of treatment bell’ outside the room. I thought about it, because I think we can celebrate every little chunk of treatment (though I know a lot of stage 4 patients find them very difficult to cope with)….
One of the silver linings to a lot of hard work (and yes, several people have said that cancer is pretty much a full time job – right now, they’re not wrong) is the opportunity to spend time with people in the waiting room – and that #waitingroomfeet (with lunch beforehand for these treatments):
This treatment was thankfully pretty straightforward also – took a bit longer than last time, but after about 55 minutes (I’d asked Claire to count) we were done (even had time for a chat with the lovely staff – to whom I had, of course given cake):
Back into bed with ‘How to get away with murder’ – and then yesterday a gentle walk (the week has been one of nausea and fatigue – and hiccups, though in many ways not as bad as thought at the beginning of the week, and pain the back has been manageable):
And now my cousin Alison, and her son Thomas have just arrived from Portugal. Nausea still not quite gone, but better than I thought I’d feel!
