Well I have succumbed to the Chemo fatigue and I am in bed taking it easy. Feeling slightly better than yesterday but still tired so I though I would have a duvet day.
We went to Centre Parcs in Penrith at the weekend, it was a welcome break out of Edinburgh for a few days. Saturday it was freeeeeeeezin' lots of left over snow and lovely trees, it was like Narnia. My sense of direction is usually pretty good, but I kept getting lost like a total dimbo. Everywhere looked the bloody same, trees, lodges, trees, lodges.
We went out on our bikes, Alex had a complete melt down having realised his bike brakes don't work too welll. He fell of his bike a couple of times and bitched and moaned for ages, can't think where he gets that from ahem!!! It culminated in a total tear stained temper tantrum, he threw his bike down saying " I hate this bike and I am never going to ride it again" whilst I stood by wetting myself laughing, I know, it's mean but he was off the scale.
The park was full of people who probably haven't sat on a bike in months/years and were still suffering from post Christmas excesses, I being one of them.
Chemo meant that the fabbo swimming pool was out of bounds due to the infection risk, as too was the gloriously appointed Aqua Sana spa pools and steam rooms....bummer.
I was able to indulge in a manicure, don't wish to be unkind but the manicurist was spectacularly fick! I had to fill in a questionnaire, about my medical status. Up until now I have always been able to tick all the "no" boxes. This time I had to tick the surgery and chemo boxes. So she asks what cancer I have had, when I told her she said "ohhh my Nan died of that when she was 50 , it just kept coming back" gee thanks kid. She didn't know what a mammogram was either....guess we won't see her on Mastermind any time soon.
On Sunday it poured with rain and we had booked Alex on a pony trek. We spent an hour trudging through horse poo and mud! Later on in the day I had booked a facial. It was booked for 5:30pm and it was cold, dark and lashing with rain. The only mode of transport available is shanks' pony or a push bike. So I set off on my bike wearing rain jacket, wig and hood. By the time I arrived at the spa I was sweating like god knows what , I had to change into a robe and wait for my therapist. I was waiting and a dreaded hot flush came over me, I soooo wanted to rip off my wig and fan myself and as soon as I got into the treatment room I did! The therapist got quite a shock.
So all back home now and chemo number 4 was yesterday, I felt rather sick all the way through and very tired too, thank goodness that was the last of the Epirubicin, my next concoction is CMF which is apparently a lot milder.
My hair is starting to grow back, bizzarely, it's not a great colour though. I was "fake" blonde and whatever is coming back is a mix of dark and what seems to be white!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG badger head here I come. I am not allowed any hair colouring treatments to be done until 6 months after the end of treatment either. My wig is getting on my nerves now, I think it might be time for a scarf, although I have always avoided them since I think it looks more like you are having chemo.
I have become addicted to Twitter and have found a great blog written by a very funny 29 year old lady, she is undergoing treatment for cancer and she swears like a trooper so be warned if you are of a delicate sensibility (I'm not) you can find her here
http://alrighttit.blogspot.com/Magazine wise I am currently very busy working on 3 projects , bless my editors for still wanting me. I have spent hours trying to decide what products I need to buy, if you have any suggestions or would like to donate lovely stash for me to play with - don't hold back ha ha!!
Right too knackered to write any more, back to land of nod...