For Dancing, Crazy, London and others who are facing the prospect of chemotherapy:
I dreaded it, was very resistant and imagined spending 6 months with my head down the lavatory, vomiting. I really, truly wanted to run away. I was frightened and cranky. My head swirled. I was not brave.
I was very open with the oncology nurses. Cried quite a bit, not generally a crier. Had a couple of panic attacks during treatment.
This time last year I was in the thick of it, mid way through 16 sessions of EC paclitaxel.
And I want you to know that it was not as bad as I feared it would be.
I did loose my hair, I had some (well controlled) nausea, had v little appetite, I was tired, I had aches in my bones, found the steroids ‘interesting’ at times. But it was all doable. I kept walking, gardening, doing yoga, doing a bit of office work. Went way for a night or two during the better times, and you figure out when they will fall quite quickly.
Last session was October 23. Now, my abiding memories of that weird and challenging time are of the extraordinary care I received from the wonderful team at the oncology unit. Kind, expert, professional. And of the love and support from family and friends.
Everyone responds differently, physically and emotionally. @Nomorebear sorry to hear it’s being so grim for you. For me it was shit but doable.