Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Tuesday - Flattened

Chemotherapy - oh my god.

I would describe the after affects of chemo as follows.  Imagine that a man in a big truck drives it straight over you, then, not wishing to do half a job, stops the truck, gets a spade out of the boot, whacks you over the head with it a few times, gets back in the truck, reverses it over you, and - finally happy with his work - drives off, whistling.

Thursday and Friday you barely eat or drink, and vomit repeatedly. The district nurse comes out, injects some anti-sickness drugs into your bum.  Sadly, for at least one of you, this is the highlight of the day.

On Saturday H decides enough is enough, and phones the hospital, gets you admitted.  They put IV fluids in your arm, and put you to bed with lots more anti sickness drugs.  Carol, Theresa and the whole team are brilliant.

On Sunday lunchtime, you manage to eat a bit and keep it down.  Life gets better from there.  On Monday, after two nights in the hospital, and feeling a thousand times better, you go home.

Writing this, at home, I feel human again.