I haven't updated my blog for a week as not much different has happened this time round.
Day after treatment full of (steroid) beans and energy, Sunday spent in bed with excruciatingly painful legs, rest of the week spent very close to the loo, together with the sudden and overwhelming knackeredness.
The cardboardy mouth-feel is irksome but not too life affecting. In general I seem to suffer from what feels like a lack of spit, which in actual fact I am not. Maybe my spit is not spitty enough. Anyway, I thought that chewing gum might help, it didn't. The only thing that seems to help is brushing my teeth, so at least my dentist will be pleased.
The joy that is cancer treatment is a long hard slog. The three week cycle is split between feeling crap, feeling half-human and feeling quite normal. So I reckon I get about half my time functioning on an almost normal level. During all of my treatment, hospital visits and the rest, there has been one person who has schelpped me and him to and from the hospital, put cream and aloe vera gel on my radiation burns, helped me get dressed when it was simply too difficult for me, cooked pretty much every meal for the last 3 months (although this last one is not that heroic as he generally does most of the cooking) and put up with eating the same food over and over again (his cottage pie is a wonder to behold!). All of this he has done with his usual good humour and without complaint. Everything I have gone through during the last 6 years and especially the last 4 months would have been considerably more of an ordeal without my wonderful, wonderful husband. Thank you.
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