The me cancer will leave behind

I’d like a day where I don’t think about chemo and it’s work. What would I think about? It feels like it has always been in my life when actually it hasn’t. I am only 13 weeks into this chapter of my life but it seems like 13 years. I am left...

Your chemo – your way

I swear I did not sleep one full hour last night. It took three hours to actually fall asleep. Meditation and Zopiclone didn’t touch me. I read and finished my book, willing my body to close itself off and rest. I hate nights like these. You watch the clock and...

A bloody big ask for a full on Mum

Up and down – symptoms here – symptoms not. Hot flushes ahoy – take temperature but it’s fine. Menopause? Tacky head – a blast of fire through my cheeks and a glaze of sweat on my forehead. I look like a Christmas ham! Wouldn’t it...

Chameleon Chemotherapy

The joys of chemotherapy. I wake up feeling fine. I’m not sick – I’m not hot – I can move freely again. As the day progresses my analytical mind starts to believe I’ve took one big 15 hour hit and now I’m going to be OK. I’ll...

** HALF WAY THERE **

You just know it is chemo day. Eyes open. Yep. Chemo today. I used to get that similar feeling on a Sunday. Know what I mean? It just feels like a certain day. And that has settled in with chemo day – every third Wednesday. I would know the smell and feel of the...