Fifth chemo done. Can't believe it. After the first one I thought I would die if I had to do another one, never mind six! And here I am - feeling ropey and sick and up more or less since 4am but anxiety levels under control and feeling relatively perky about the fact that the next one of these will be the last. I usually manage ok now until about Monday when the slump sets in - but if I manage to avoid my brush with the stomach cramps and other surprises, I'm hopeful I will get through this one ok.
The great news is that I found one of my embroidery threaders - in my chemo book??? Obvious really - so am now able to sew again - still have no idea where the spare has gone and as John Lewis denied all knowledge of ever having sold such a thing when lovely Helen went into haberdashery yesterday - I will have to guard this one with my life.
Found a better thing to do with my time at 4am than panic. Spent it researching spa holidays on the internet. Have been focussing on yoga retreats until now but they all seem so damn physical - not sure I'll be up to it in the forseeable future. France has some incredible thallasotherapie spas - on the sea front - full of lovely iodine to counteract the effects of radiotherapy and far more r&r based - along with michelin starred dietique fishy cuisine, juice bars and a bit of yoga thrown in. Mmmm perhaps more my style......uncle barclaycard be prepared to take a well deserved battering!
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