Thursday 29 March 2012

Hang on ... I know that feeling

My head’s all sore again.  I think what bit of hair I have left might be getting ready to fall out.

It’s hard to describe if you haven’t experienced it for yourself but the follicles are really tender. Just to lie on a pillow and move my head causes the hair to move in the root, and that hurts.

But at least I’m prepared for it this time and Mr P’s clippers are at the ready, should I decide to take the plunge and shave it all off.

It’s really odd how each cycle follows such a similar pattern – almost to the day.  Each week brings a different set of symptoms (to a greater or lesser extent) and then they subside in favour of something else!

However it does make it easier to plan for things. I have chemo every third Wednesday and so avoid making commitments for the weekend immediately after. The following weekend I might manage a low-key night out (but not alcohol) and by the third weekend (i.e. this weekend!) I’m ready for a right good knees-up.

Fortunately, we have one planned. Mr P. and I belong to an amateur theatre group and tonight is the opening of its Spring production.  We’re both very much looking forward to seeing the show, with a glass of cheap wine and a choc-ice, and I'm sure all our friends will be fantastic.

So ‘break a leg’, Beaufort Players, and we’ll see you all very soon!

Tuesday 27 March 2012

Mr Blue Sky

It’s amazing isn’t it, how a little bit of sunshine can brighten everyone’s mood?

It’s certainly brightened mine which, coupled with the fact that this is my ‘good’ week on the chemo cycle, has been a major boon.

Last week was not great: I felt horribly sick, had a dreadful cold and was at a really low ebb. So thank God, (again!), for the lovely Mr P. who tidied and cooked and generally tried to keep my spirits up.

I’m also not yet ‘wig confident’.  I really don’t feel comfortable in it.  I’m kind of OK with people I don’t know – even though I’m paranoid that it will slip or people will stare at it – but I get massively self-conscious seeing friends or colleagues in it for the first time.

Of course, people are lovely, and have been very complimentary in saying how much it looks like my real hair ... (Unless, of course, my real hair looked like a ‘syrup’?!)  I suppose I’ll get used to it but, with the best will in the world, I’ll never be able to move my head completely naturally. And I won’t be going on a roller-coaster anytime soon ...

But, despite my paranoia, the wig and I have been out: to lunch on Friday, to the pub on Saturday, and into the office and to the park on Monday.  It was really lovely to see everyone and to catch up.

We (i.e. the wig and I) also went to see a nutritionist. I’d booked an ‘intolerance test’ last year, pre-diagnosis, and thought it might be useful (a) to find out if there were ways to boost my system during treatment, and (b) not to waste the money!

It was really very interesting. It was a non-invasive technique, so no needles. (Score!) Instead they run an electric current through your body to see what is stressing or weakening your system at that time. I was a bit sceptical about this but when it showed up things that I knew I had an intolerance towards (although, sadly, Keira Knightly was not listed) – I did have to give it some credence.

Unsurprisingly, my body is currently very depleted of certain vitamins and minerals so I have bought some heavy duty (and might I add, expensive) supplements. I’ve also bought some Epsom Salts to bathe in. These contain magnesium, which can be absorbed through the skin, and can help with the nerve damage and muscle weakness that I’ve been experiencing. 

My left arm is particularly bad.  Quite aside from the fact that the nurse botched the cannula into my hand on the last chemo visit, to the extent that I started to faint, the chemo drugs do cause inflammation along the length of the vein as well as nerve and muscle problems.

It’s not debilitating. I can still use my arm but it’s really got no strength. I get uncomfortable spasms in it too – which hurt – and it’s like my bicep has gone dead.

It was particularly bad on Sunday. Mr P. and I had a lovely day in the garden: him, mowing the lawn; me, watching him ... ;-)  But then my hand, as well as my arm, really started to hurt. 

Knowing my melodramatic nature, Mr P. discouraged me from ‘googling’ blood clots and thrombosis but did offer to take me to the hospital. Ah, God love Ealing Hospital. It really is a shit hole.  And even on a Sunday evening they charge the full £4 minimum rate for the car park (Thank you Ealing Primary Care Trust!)

Anyway, the long and short of it is, after a two-hour wait (despite being marked as ‘urgent’) it’s just one of those things that I need to accept and get on with. *Humph*  So I’ll take the supplements, take it easy, and make sure I don’t get that evil witch of a nurse when I go back to Charing Cross Hospital next week.

Mr P. and I also plan to take advantage of the services offered at ‘The Maggie’s Centre’. It’s a lovely facility that offers free therapies and advice to cancer patients at the hospital, as well as to their carers.  It’s all very laudable.  And while I’m not really into the fluffy stuff, or wanting to explore my ‘feelings’ through creative drawing, I think it’s great for those people who are.

That said, we’re also not going to look a gift horse in the mouth - and two aromatherapy massages have been duly booked.

Tuesday 20 March 2012

All the joys of spring ...

The sun is shining, the sky is blue and I’m ... laid up in bed with another cold. Grr.

I was doing so well. The latter part of last week went quite smoothly and, while I did have the obligatory head and stomach pains, the second chemo bout seemed much less troublesome than the first.

This was partly because I knew what to expect, and was prepared, but I also seemed much less tired.  Mr P. and I even made it out into Chiswick on Saturday for a leisurely lunch and stroll.  Sunday too, we were out. Off to Windsor to see Mr. P’s family for a lovely lunch – (thanks to our ‘Domestic Goddess’, Neil) – and to celebrate Mothers’ Day.

I’d put a call in to my Mum too; the fine old girl that she is. My being ill has hit her very hard and brought back lots of memories of when my Dad was having treatment, so clearly she was delighted to hear that my tumour has reduced.

So everything was very positive ... until Mr P. started coughing. This has since become a bone of contention.  He maintains that I gave him my sore throat last week, and he has merely returned the favour, but suffice to say the two of us are both now very unwell.

Obviously, I’m keeping an eye on things: taking my temperature regularly and have got the ‘spare’ anti-biotics the Doctor gave me on standby. But my immune system is completely shot.

It’s really crap timing, too - tomorrow is Mr P’s birthday. I was hoping to do something nice but it looks like being a quiet night in: just me, him ... and our good friend Dominos!

Thursday 15 March 2012

Wig photos, as promised!

Brace yourselves ...

Click on the pictures to see them bigger.

1. My actual hair, bald patches included.


2. My new wig, very like how my hair used to be.


3. What my hair would be like if it really did come back red and curly ... ;-) (Just for Mr P.)




Wednesday 14 March 2012

Hurrah! Cancer IS f*cking off!

Had my tumour measured yesterday and its size has reduced 25% in area since the first treatment. 

It’s gone down from 3.3 x 3.3cm to 2.8 x 2.9cm and apparently feels softer too. The Consultant says that’s about average and so seemed pleased with my progress.

I’d also been concerned that my having a sore throat this week might delay today’s second treatment but my blood test came back fine, so it’s full steam ahead. Obviously I won’t be bothering with the cold cap again. There seems little point when I’ve lost so much hair already. But, looking at the positives, that will make our visits much shorter.

I’ve also had my hair cut. My scalp was so sore and itchy that the weight of the remaining hair was really very uncomfortable. However rather than go straight in with the buzz-cut, my hairdresser opted to crop it to about 2.5cm - (and a bit longer on the top) - which is severe but rather less drastic.

I’m not naive though. My hair is still shedding, so it won’t be long until Mr P. does have to set about me with his hair clippers, but it does allow me time to get used to the idea of being completely bald. On the plus side though, my hairdresser says I have ‘a perfect occipital bone' – so you’ll all be able to see it! ;-)

I’m also hoping to get a wig today. They were supposed to have them at the hospital yesterday but they hadn’t arrived in time. So fingers crossed ...

Monday 12 March 2012

Be bold. Be bald.

I've now lost a LOT of hair. What was once a lovely full, thick head of hair is now thin and wispy with a couple of big bald patches.

It started on Friday and I've been steadily shedding since. I honestly didn't realise that it would happen so fast. It's getting everywhere.

A big group of us had gone away for a friend's Hen Party and hired a lodge down in the New Forest, so I was really glad that they'd arranged for me to have my own room. I wouldn't have wanted to share with me; I felt like a moulting Labrador. 

It was more annoying than anything but when, on Sunday morning, I lost a signicant amount in the shower and saw the extent of my baldness, I did have to potter off into the woods for a little cry.

It was good though, to have someone there who had been through it herself. Fiona got diagnosed a few years ago, when she was still in her late twenties, so has run the full gauntlet of surgery, chemo and radiotherapy.

She started losing hair within a week of her first chemo session, despite also using the cold cap, and took the bold decision just to have all her hair cut off and wear a wig. That meant she was in control.

So, I've decided that I should do the same. I've made an appointment to have it cut at 6pm tomorrow and Mr P. is going to come with me. My hairdresser works from home so it will be in private with no-one else watching.

I'm hoping to sort out a wig this week too but, in the meantime, I do have some knitted hats and scarves that I can wear.

Obviously, it's all been pretty distressing but, as I said to my friends, I'm not the first person to go through this and (sadly) I won't be the last. And who knows, when it grows back it might be curly or a different colour - it does happen. Mr P's hoping for a red-head ... but I just want to be less grey!

Friday 9 March 2012

Uh-oh. It's started.

My hair's falling out.

I guessed it would. All day yesterday my scalp felt incredibly tender at the roots of my hair.  I would say I've lost a good, full handful just washing it this morning.

Fortunately, I do have an incredibly thick mane - so there's still plenty left. For now ...