A day of two halves……

It’s day three. I’m up feeling wonderful. I’m beginning to think they have pumped me full of Chrystal Meth rather than chemotherapy. I am bouncing around the place full of health, vitality and energy. Too. Good. To. Be. True. In fine spirits I find...

Cycle#2, day#2….too good?

Top of the morning to ya! No nausea last night. I was waiting on it believe me, but 21:30 came and went and still it did not appear. A little odd feeling prickled me a little but nothing at all that I couldn’t cope with. I nodded off about 22:30 – awake at...

Stop second guessing the side effects

I’m saying this over and over again. I have already been told I’m likely to respond the same this time but I am compelled to micro-manage and orchestrate my thinking. Control is typically a reaction to the fear of losing control. I’ve already...

The counterbalance to chemo…

……..Coming home to a gorgeous box of skin care, lotions and cleaners from my best Welsh friend. Lots and lots of messages of love fly at me once again through my phone. I’m humbled by the fact that so many people I care about and who care about me...

Round#2

Walking into the chemo unit was when it hit me first. I’ve actually got breast cancer and bugger me – that is why I am here. Breast Cancer. Me? WTAF? It’s not that I ever forget I have – you’ve read that here. It’s just, I have felt...

The last supper

My husband has done Ironman a few times – yes I know – who would put themselves through 12 hours + of physical and mental torture and actually pay for the pleasure? The last picture on the right is the morning after the day before. We had only had Boo a...