Wow! I had fish and chips with Neil last night and 2 eggs on toast for breakfast this morning!!…. and no mad dashing to the loo. I am truly amazed at the remarkable powers of recovery our bodies have. 10 days ago I was in hospital with a temperature of 39.5 (103F), barely able to eat or drink, and now I’m feeding myself up with good food and hopefully getting back to normal protein and potassium levels. Who would have thought it? I’ve sorted out all the cupboards post Xmas and got the house back to normal. It feels great.
Now that I know how well I can recover, once the chemicals are out of my system, I’m pretty much looking forward to my next chemo tomorrow. I hope I pass my blood tests today. That would mean 2 chemo’s down and only 2 to go. Dr Toy has reduced the chemo levels to 75% of what I had last time so I probably won’t be nearly as unwell. It’s all good news.
I am so aware of the stresses on the NHS at the moment and I could not imagine my chemotherapy being delayed due to lack of resources as some on the news have encountered. I do hope the government takes note and helps this appalling situation.
Hair: I did make an appointment for today to have my hair chopped off, but there’s not enough hair left, so I cancelled it. I woke up yesterday morning with a huge ball of falling out hair matted at the back of my head which I couldn’t untangle. I spent an hour in the bath smothering it with conditioner to untangle, but it just ended up in my hands. So the only solution was to cut it off there and then. I’d been moulting handfuls of hair all over the place for weeks and I feel so much better now it’s gone. There’s still just enough that I’m not completely bald yet but the wig is at the ready. I wore it New Year’s Eve and it was fine until it started slipping backwards. So if you see me anywhere with a wonky wig you MUST tell me. I’m not embarrassed at all. Just give it a tweak for me.
I’ve been a natural blonde all my life and it’s interesting how dark it’s become with the top sunny layers falling out, leaving me with this dull dark blonde colour. When my new hair returns, Neil and I are going to have to spend weeks and weeks in sunny climates getting me back to my natural blonde state. I know I’ve been lucky and spoilt by having such easy hair but I’d hate to start having to colour it. Anyway that’s a while away yet. It might turn into a frizzy mess! Who knows?
Our 8 beautiful glistening white doves are still with us. Heaven knows how they are coping with this stormy weather, but they do, and give us so much pleasure. Chemo tomorrow. There are certainly many, many worse situations for most to deal with chemotherapy. I’m a very lucky lady.
