My inescapable journey

The last hurdle So  today I had my radiotherapy consultation!  Was a bit different. As soon as I entered the hospital I got a thermometer stuck in my ear, and a mask tried to put on my face before I could even point out that I had one on!  The whole purpose of this appointment was to go through the basics of what to expect. I had briefly spoken to someone on the phone about radiotherapy over the last few weeks and to which I gave my consent but I needed to physically go in the hospital today. They wanted to check my wound from my mastectomy and then also do some tattoo for reference points.  So apparently, they are changing the duration of treatment for breast cancer patients. Originally you would have between 15 and 20 sessions spread out over 3/4 weeks on Monday-Friday. But they want to condense it down into smaller sessions. The pros of that are it’s done quicker, less time at the hospital especially in this Coronavirus situation. The cons, are it i...

It’s been 14 weeks since my last chemotherapy. I know I’m a bit late to the party, but I have been trying to heal and recover from my last surgery. I can’t believe that during this Coronavirus ‘lockdown’ how quick time is actually going. It’s already been 3 weeks since my emergency mastectomy surgery.  Periods So since my last post. I still haven’t had a period. I truly wonder how long it will take until my body gets back to normal. Not that I’m rushing to have my period again, but I’m generally interested when it will happen again. Due to the BRCA gene I have, that leaves me a high risk for both Breast & Ovarian cancer. So they have recommended that I do have an oophorectomy to remove my ovaries once I have finished my family. Removing the ovaries the biggest side effect is menopause. Early menopause. At not even 30. Usually menopause happens between the ages of 45-55.  Side effects of the menopause : hot flushes  Night sweats Difficulty sleeping Reduced...

Sometimes life just kicks you back down when you get better and start to climb that hill.  It all started on Tuesday 24th March. I woke up feeling okay. Not brilliant. But okay. Erin and I had breakfast and then we did some dancing around the front room like Zumba style. Nothing exciting, but embracing this lockdown. She then went up for her morning nap. I went for a lay down and was doing my puzzle. Woke up a few hours later, and felt like my head had been squashed in a vice.  That night the chills started, I felt nauseous and sick and I felt cold, but my core was warm. Feet and hands like ice. No other symptoms. I started panicking that I had the Coronavirus, but was reassured that I didn’t. I went to bed at 7 and woke up at 9:30pm. Took some paracetamol and then went back to sleep.  Wednesday 25th March  Today I felt awful, my body hurt. I felt sick and kept trying to be sick but nothing was coming up. I had some plain toast, but that didn’t last lon...