Ooops! I'm afraid I've arrived a little late to my own chemo blog as I've already had my first cycle, or the first two chemo treatments. I'm doing a total of six cycles of three weeks each, so if all goes to plan I'll be finished on 28th December. Bring on 2012.
But... I can't wish a whole year away and some of it has been really fabulous, especially the last month and the run-up to my treatment. I turned 50, B and I had our civil partnership, there was the party (the sun shone!) and my family came across from Australia to help us celebrate all these great things and to prepare for the less good times.
As it stands now, which is my week off chemo, I feel relatively normal, apart from the really itchy rash I have covering my lower half and my hands. It's a reaction to the Gemcitabine and so far E45 itch relief cream and lots of Piritine antihistamines are keeping it relatively under control. Buddhist Annie has recommended Manuka Honey +10, so I'm going to try that as well. My secret hope is that as the chemo kills off my fast growing skin cells, the itchy bubbly rash will disappear as well. Who knows, my arse might not forever look like it's been to a cheap tanners. Here's hoping.
I've had the chemo chop and my hair is now super short. Having it cut reminded me of all the problems I used to have when I last had short hair ie. I want to look like a gamine French waif but I have a cowslick, a double crown and curly hair, so I generally have to get what I'm given in the hair department. it's my nightmare that I wake up one morning, get up and leave my hair behind on the pillow, in a sort of hairy halo. I guess if I follow my dream to it's logical conclusion and ALL my hair falls at the same time, there'd be a kind of spooky Stephen King outline of me left on the sheet. At least I'd have my teeth...
So, apart from some strange side effects (eyeballs feeling too big for my head, tongue feeling too big for my mouth - lucky I don't have head cancer or I'd be worried!!) I'm feeling okay about getting through this.
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Linda - its Celine - your old alliteration loving cervix here. Thought I'd let you know I made the plane and am now in Melbourne. Bit sad of course that we had to go our separate ways - no hard feelings. Besides there's quite a bit happening here for me now. Off to the grand final tomorrow night looking pretty flash wrapped up in my Collingwood scarf. Thinking I'd be the only cervix in the stadium -WRONG - was having a quiet drink on my own in Fitzroy this arvo when in walked a mad mob of cervice - 3 famous pole dancers, the 'Whirling Cervishes and, well we're still here really but, we're going to the game together now and ... oh its looks like my turn on the pole...gotta go...be in touch soon...
Stay in touch Celine, you may be gone but you're not forgotten big mwah
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