afternoon all.
im due pacli no 7 on Tuesday. I’m in the middle of a cold (again - thanks kids!)
also did a stupid thing (sort of) on Friday. I went out for my works Xmas do. I had a glass of wine. I drove home. I had a wonderful time catching up with colleagues and eating the most delicious food (Michelin starred restaurant. Yum.). But I lost track of time and didn’t get home until 130am. Oops. So that hasn’t helped my cold.
my hair is fuzzing back in at an alarming rate! Although I have noted that my lashes and brows are on their way out. Ah well.
Have a meeting with surgeon tomorow - he will do an ultrasound and we’ll discuss surgery some more.
we got news that my cancer is not genetic. So that’s a bonus I suppose.
mine is also in the left boob. Wierd. Apparently the left is “sinister” (the etemology of the word left in many many languages is evil. I think the Latin is sinistre. Right has the meaning of “good” “correct”. )
had a complete total Meltdown on Thursday. I hated everyone and everything. The “why me” came out and I was so over everything. Chemo. Appointments. Surgery. Over it. Didn’t want to do it anymore.
im due chemo on Christmas Eve - plans altered slightly in that instead of a glass of wine at the pub after ringing the bells in church (our local church opens the bell tower all day so you can just go in and ring them!!!) I’ll have a soft drink.
I also have my final chemo dates in the diary. 21 jan. Which isn’t that far away. The end of this phase for me is in sight. It seems so close. But so far if that makes sense.
positives. I went out with dsis yesterday and made a wreath. Isn’t she super? Also nurse catface for good measure.