Chemotherapy

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October 2008, my first chemotherapy treatment, excited??... most certainly NOT!

6 cycles of CHOP-R, one every 2 weeks, the next few months were planned with dates and appointments set. Not much I can really type about the chemotherapy and the way in which it makes one so ill they would rather put themselves to sleep. Not something I would wish on my worst enemy to endure. Not something I thought I would ever do again. October, November, December and January were the most insanely disgusting, painful, sleepless, torturous months of my life. Toxic fluids pumped into a room full of bodies to make us all "better"... yeh, righto!

A wish to be normal again, eat and drink again & just live again. Every time I was receiving treatment I was rude to the doctor/nurse's. I turned into someone I have never known in my life. A rude arrogant woman that hated the world and what it was doing to me, but luckily enough it would only last a week out of every two. The chemo allowed me to have one good week and one ok week, then back to the drawing board for another drilling.

Oh thank god that's all over now!

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