@RedRosesPinkLilies my first chemo
I had such a public meltdown. I couldn’t even walk through the door. DH got me through the door, he and my favourite nurse got me to the chair but then I had another one. Floods and floods of tears. I didn’t even notice if anyone was looking at me because I was so distraught (which is unusual for me because I’m usually far too aware of what people think) but I don’t think anyone was, because all my other trips there I kept myself to myself and never felt weird for doing so. I’m not one for chatting to randomers I don’t know when I’m stressed out and I never felt like anyone was looking at me (and I ALWAYS think people are looking at me)
Despite the lack of curtains, in my chemo suite I did feel that everyone was in their own “bubble” and it was up to them what they did with it.
Don’t get me started on the “brave” because I still get that shit now and I feel like screaming “if you’d seen me on that first day sobbing like a child saying I don’t want to that’s the last adjective you’d be using”. I wasn’t in the slightest bit brave when it came to this. I’ve been brave in other situations, mainly work ones, but I certainly wasn’t brave during any of this. But I guess people don’t know what to say so they go all pink ribbon and woo.
I actually miss my chemo team. I used to bring my Labrador to that hospital as a PAT dog so when I get back to that the first place I will go is back there to see them all. I never thought I’d say that on that first day, but those women and men were wonderful and no one else I’ve met on this journey has supported me like they did.
You can do it. ❤️