Well, it's Thursday, it's midday and I'm sitting here writing to you as opposed to lying in my hospital bed watching another bag of Taxol drip into me – YAY! :) Thank you so much for all your lovely supportive messages, your raising of glasses, your prayers and general celebrations – they've been almost tangible :)
I still can't quite believe that my six months of chemotherapy has now finished and that the treatment, my lovely nurses and the little room I stayed in (usually 107 – I balked at room 101 for obvious reasons!) are no longer a part of my life…
I wanted you to see who's been doing such a grand job of looking after me, and so here are Anne-Marie (left in dark blue) and Roma (below) - the two incredibly kind, patient and professional women who have made what could have been a very difficult time, so much easier.
I remember when I first met them in February, and I was shown the room, the dispensing machine (for the chemo, not a warm beverage!) and also the cold cap. I always knew the latter wasn't for me, although many girls brave the minus 5 degree temperature and often keep their hair.
Anne-Marie and Roma explained how long each treatment would take, the possible side effects, and most importantly that fact that they were at the end of a phone, night or day if ANYTHING worried me at all. There were only a couple of occasions when I was concerned or needed to clarify something, and they always reassured me or made time for me to pop in and see them – nothing was too much trouble.
In the early days when I was so ill with FEC, I often turned up on the wrong day for treatment or an appointment with the oncologist! I would arrive exhausted and they would gently sit me down and get me a cup of coffee whilst explaining that although it was lovely to see me, I wasn't needed until the following day…
By the time I moved on to Taxol in June, I was better organised and used to set the TV up to watch a bit of QVC, and because of Kathy's early morning shows she was invariably with me for my pre-meds… very comforting 🙂
But now it's done, and although today I still have relatively numb fingers, livid red blotches on my hands and feet, an ulcer and occasional nose bleeds, tomorrow I will begin to feel better, and the next day better still….
Best of all I will be in Brighton with some of the people I love most in the world and I can put it all behind me. The children will come home on Monday, but Colin and I will continue around the coast for a couple of days and see my sister and my mum. Then at the weekend I'm having an 'open house' for all my wonderful QVC friends who, like you, have seen me through this last six months… I'm hoping the sun will shine so we can be in the garden, otherwise it'll be sardine city indoors!!
That said, just to see them all again will be brilliant, and I promise I'll take lots of photographs and blog again to fill you in on that and Brighton. In return, you look after yourselves, stay well and make the best of the Bank Holiday. My hand (albeit a little red and crepey) is firmly in yours, and we can continue on this journey together….
With my love,