Yup, it all happened and all went very well - far better than I could have hoped, in all honestly, so Odstock hospital, step up and take a big bow. (Hands clapping)
Not going to post too much now as a bit tired and woolly headed, but nothing dreadful occurring - just wanted to let you know that PICC line went in with very little effort (actually, no effort on my part at all), and chemo happened within an hour of PICC being put in. Lovely, confident, chatty chemo nurse.
Oh.. and the best thing? Further to my distaste for the comments regarding how much worse chemo was 20 years ago?
OH asked the nurse how much the chemo itself had improved, as she was giving me the Epirubicin.. and the answer is ,.. not at all. It's exactly the same drug as it was 20 years ago - the only difference being that the dose today is STRONGER, because they've figured out that we can have more without dying...
(Yes, the anti-nausea meds are much, much better, and I do thank God for that, God and whichever researcher discovered them).. but the chemo itself is still as nasty. Now, why does that make me feel smug? I am so twisted these days, just call me pretzel pants.
More soon, Big love to all
About Me
- Triphazard
- 41, mother, wife, friend, daugher. And I have breast cancer. This is somewhere for me to let off steam, share the funny side of it all (and there is a funny side) and generally keep track of my journey before my brain loses bits and pieces here and there and it all gets rosy tinted and possibly completely inaccurate.
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