I looked at my eye lashes this morning… there appears to be a bit of a gap in my lower set on my left eye. Well then. I suppose they’ve had enough and are going on holiday. My left eye is also really swollen at the moment and itchy and a bit gross. So really I look a bit odd. Eyebrows are still going strong though! Thanks guys!
My ‘good week’ is nearing its end and it doesn’t really feel like it’s started yet. Lots of coughing, being tired and feeling a bit shit really. Plus the eye thing. I had to work from home yesterday because I wasn’t feeling physically up to going in. But I have managed two pub quizzes this week and I’ve got some nice things planned this weekend including seeing The Dears on Saturday night (their album ‘No Cities Left’ is great), bottomless brunch with a friend, and Mail Rail (riding on the old abandoned underground railway that used to be used to carry the mail).
Should be fun!
I was doing some thinking this morning, and you know what’s really weird?
Cancer is created by your own body. It’s your own cells deciding they need to rapidly multiply.
I had never really thought about it before this whole adventure started.
I always thought my body was out to get me but I didn’t realise it was in such a big way!
I made a new friend this morning. I had to go in to get my pre-chemo bloods taken and my PICC line dressing changed. She told me my hair (well…head) looked great and told me her cancer story. Breast cancer 5 years ago and now it’s come back and spread to a lot of different places. Sounds like she’s had a difficult time. Do they not monitor her closely to make sure they catch it as soon as it comes back? Or is it just luck that you can catch it before it spreads everywhere? Gee, cancer can be scary. Mine certainly isn’t. But she was doing ok. She referred to her cancer as a parasite. And I’ve heard that a lot. ‘Parasite’, ‘intruder’, similar such words. But it’s not, it’s just your body thinking it’s helping but actually accidentally trying to kill you. How is it that they can get it so right and yet so wrong?
I found out today that I have to stay in the alternative hotel next week, as well as isolation in the ward, and have to have three days of negative swabs to rule out me having a cold. And if they’re not negative (I’m a little worried) then I’m in there the next week too. No bench space at all to even put my jug down in the bathroom… who knows how I’m going to do my pH testing…
But it’s all just an adventure, isn’t it?
I’ll be particularly grateful for The Cotton Rooms when I finally get back there.