On 17 May I reported the start of my hair loss, today I had to manfully face up to the implications.
Chemo Infusion again. second of three. Last time I was shattered and very tired after 13 hours. This time took 10.5 hours and left me slightly headachy and just plain tired. I think I can live with that, and always remember you are allowed to be grumpy and bad-tempered.
I felt better today, although desparately tired. I went to bed in the afternoon.
I did try to do some work midday, after my physio, but the physio took nearly 2 hours. I kept being interupted by phone calls, including an annoying amount of spam, (but some calls were important and welcome).
I think it’s probably the next chemo, due on Thursday, to blame, but I’ve been on a bit of a downer today. I understand perfectly well that these feelings are irrational and foolish, but these are not rational feelings.
I feel scared again. Will the chemo be as bad, or even worse? I’ve now done 33% of the course. By Thursday evening I will have done 67% of the infusions. I should be glad I’m doing so well. But I’m scared.
It’s finally happened. My scalp was itching last night and this morning I found hairs were coming loose. It’s not that many yet, but it’s clearly going to happen. This will produce some rejoicing I am sorry to say. “But why?” , do I hear you ask. I will explain.
It was the last night for the drama group play, Separate Tables by Terrance Rattigan. So immediately it finished we had to dismantle the set and load everything into the van. We got home at 12:30, and collapsed into bed. Hence no post.
Well I thought it wouldn’t last. I’m off my food and I feel “full”. Something had to go wrong sooner or later.
And so to The Christie for a checkup. First problem, the car park was full. Not even room for a blue badge ? No Chance.
Another fairly good day. I went wild and tried a whole 2 pieces of thick bread for my lunchtime butty.
The last time I tried chips, months ago, the pain was terrible. It didn’t help that they were slightly overcooked and had a few hard edges, but I later found that ordinary mashed potato had the same effect. Pain.