Hello everyone,
I am booked in for my first session of chemotherapy. This will be on Wednesday the 1st of May.
As I sit here I can hardly believe what I am writing, is this really happening to me, I feel so well, how can I possibly "need" to have this horrid treatment?
However, enough of the self pity, I have weighed it all up and have made the decision to go for it.
Anything which increases my chances of a non recurrence of the "beast", cannot be ignored so, there we have it.
I will keep you posted with all developments and will, it goes without saying, appreciate all encouraging comments as I set off on yet another journey where my sanity will be stretched to the limit.
As I write, the weather is dismal and I have looked across at the house where Mum used to live, as I so often do, I used to love pottering in her garden and keeping it looking good, she would often shout at me, from the kitchen patio to say I was only there to please myself, what she meant was, she wanted me in the house to rant and rave at me, I wouldn't go in so she would rant and rave at me outside. For some peculiar reason, thinking about her , behaving in that way, has brought a smile to my face, possibly even a feeling of relief, that at least, with all that lies ahead, I don't have all that to endure as well. Bless her!
Hazel xx
I am booked in for my first session of chemotherapy. This will be on Wednesday the 1st of May.
As I sit here I can hardly believe what I am writing, is this really happening to me, I feel so well, how can I possibly "need" to have this horrid treatment?
However, enough of the self pity, I have weighed it all up and have made the decision to go for it.
Anything which increases my chances of a non recurrence of the "beast", cannot be ignored so, there we have it.
I will keep you posted with all developments and will, it goes without saying, appreciate all encouraging comments as I set off on yet another journey where my sanity will be stretched to the limit.
As I write, the weather is dismal and I have looked across at the house where Mum used to live, as I so often do, I used to love pottering in her garden and keeping it looking good, she would often shout at me, from the kitchen patio to say I was only there to please myself, what she meant was, she wanted me in the house to rant and rave at me, I wouldn't go in so she would rant and rave at me outside. For some peculiar reason, thinking about her , behaving in that way, has brought a smile to my face, possibly even a feeling of relief, that at least, with all that lies ahead, I don't have all that to endure as well. Bless her!
Hazel xx