I am just about coming out of the first awful phase of the cycle, and had my last injection tonight- Hoorah!
No more naughty Nigel stabbing me in the stomach with a sharp stick!
My tongue is absolutely revolting and furry and my taste buds are really playing up this time, but I have only 2 weeks to go until I start feeling muuuuuch better.
My hair has started growing back (well, with the eye of faith I can detect some fuzzy stubble) but I have given up with the wig this week due to the chemically induced hot flushes which are driving me mental! I oscillate between freezing and roasting, and there doesn't seem to be much in between, so I sit with a hat and a blanket and keep putting them on and taking them off- oh, how it whiles away the time.........
The next phase is for me to have another MRI scan, as it is the most reliable measure of how much the lump has shrunk. Then I will meet with the surgeon- provisionally on the 8th august- to discuss options for permanent disfigurement.
Dignity and vanity disappeared a long time ago, so I feel surprisingly cool at the moment, but maybe when my brain cells wake up I will feel differently about it all.
We are off to New Wine tomorrow, to sit in a caravan for a week in Newark, so hopefully will be nice 'chill time' with family and friends, and a relaxing break before the next load of treatment starts......