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    Week 6- Why Me?

    Week six started with a gentle hangover as I started the journey back to France from my friends’ wedding. Going to the wedding was great, and just what was needed before the looming surgery. I have discovered that having cancer is a bit like when you have a baby and start going back out into the world of socialising, you literally have nothing to talk about other than the baby.  It is the same with cancer, even if you are not talking about it, it is constantly and incessantly on your mind in these early days.  Drink and be merry… It was nice therefore, to be able to drink some…

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    Week 17- Shearing is caring

    After the delights of my first round of chemo, I think it was fair to say that I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the second round.  However, with a bit of tweaking of the nausea meds it turned out to be waaay more tolerable than the first round, and in fact, much as there were many nausea feelings- (you know, those type when you are sat up in bed thinking ‘maybe I should just puke- better out than in right?), there was no actual physical puking. My visit to The Shining was also better than previous ones.  I was given the delight of a face and hand massage, whilst the…

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    Oh, Brave New World!

    Well, this is interesting isn’t it?  In my head, Armageddon was going to involve explosions, maybe a meteor or two or at least a couple of green aliens.  Instead, we are being floored by some tiny mutating cells.  Well, I’ve just realised as I write that I have been floored by some tiny, mutating cells for the past nine months, so, same s*&t, different day.  Cancer, what cancer? The cancer treatment has almost faded into the background with all that has been going on- almost, but not quite.  Radiotherapy does take a toll on the body.  I am burnt where I am having the treatment, and even though I am…

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    More painful than a mastectomy…

    OOoooommmmm.  That is my best effort at meditation. God, this confinement is painful.  I know some people are loving it, but I will be honest and say that I can’t wait for schools to be open.   Twelve sessions of chemotherapy and twenty-five sessions of radiotherapy were nothing compared to this.  I have also started on Tamoxifen which seems to be affecting me by letting my fuse go from 0 to 100 at the touch of a nerve, of which my child gets on many!  His behaviour has also been less than savoury, of which I have no doubt is a direct reflection of my changing moods. There is also the…