I found out today that cancer wasn't found in the tissue they removed in last week's operation. It is, however, 'active' tissue. If there is anything nasty in there then the chemo will kill it. So I think I'm sighing a very small sigh of relief.
The oncologist (or his senior registrar) was incredibly nice. She talked through all of the treatment. I will have to have 6 lots of chemotherapy. The first will probably be on the 8th March, and I will have it every three weeks after that. I now fully understand how awful I'm going to feel. I'm not to be hard on myself and must learn to take things really slowly. My immune system will be taking a massive battering so I'm going to have to keep on top of my health. This will be followed by 3 1/2 weeks of radiotherapy every day. This will start mid August (so that means no summer holiday for us this year). Send us a postcard!
Apparently after the first treatment my hair will start thinning and will fall out after the second. Oh hell!!!! I'm going into London tomorrow to have my hair cut short(er). I'm then going to go and look for wigs. I'm pleased that lovely nurse Cheese will be with me as I'm feeling quite fragile at the moment. In all seriousness, this is THE scariest thing I've ever experienced. I'm trying to stay positive but it's really really hard. I've decided against the scarf option as I'm not sure it's really me and don't think I'm ready for the sympathetic glances in Waitrose.
I'm hoping I'll get my Mojo back soon, as Cheryl would say.............