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So, it’s 3:30am on the morning of my last chemo treatment. I never sleep particularly well and worse each time on the chemo days. Lucky that it’s the last treatment or I’d be getting up before I went to bed! I’m really not looking forward to it. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t want to stop before the end of treatment as I want to know I’ve done the best I can, but it’s worn me down terribly. Who knew that 6 months could be so long. I don’t really recover at all now before the each one and I know that it will take every bit of the next 3 weeks to get some energy back. And it would be so nice to actually taste food again. I really only taste sweet, salty, bitter and cardboard, now. No actual flavour.
Yesterday I got the results back from the gene test. The geneticist said that there’s nothing currently identifiable but that I’ll be put on the review list in case of discoveries. That’s good news for the kids as it means that it’s unlikely that I have passed anything on to them and if I have, it’s nothing major. I also had an ECG to monitor how chemo has affected my heart but I don’t know the results of that, yet.
I realise that my posts have been very doom and gloom over the last 6 months. I wouldn’t blame you for turning off, dear friend – I would too, if I could! I’m hoping that as the effects of chemo dissipate (and the end of winter comes), I will start to head towards a more positive me, again. And maybe I might get some eyebrows back…
I’m looking forward to Sunday as I will be catching up with friends for our annual Christmas in July. I just hope that I can stay awake and with it for the duration! I must remember not to stand too close to the barbecue if I wear a wig – melting hair is not a good look.