Tuesday, 7 September 2010
tired and sore
Since finishing my tanning sessions at the spa I've tried to rest. My poor old breast has come out of it the worst for wear. The radio has opened up my scars and I'm having to put dressings on every day. It's so sore that it feels as though I've gone back several months to when I wasn't healing after the operations. Poor old boob, it has been through such a lot. Tomorrow, just to add to my stress, I'm having a scan on my ovaries. I'm having a lot of pain and to be on the safe side they're checking everything is ok. Unfortunately when you have oestrogen fed breast cancer it can affect your ovaries and I've since learned that the chances of the breast cancer returning are also high. Cheery isn't it? After 6 months of intensive treatment I'm still nowhere near the end of the worrying chapter. I now feel like I'm in limbo. I'm still waiting to find out that the chemo and radio have worked and that the cancer has gone. 6 weeks of worrying and fretting now lie before me and I'll have chewed off the remainder of the stumpy, bumpy nails chemo left me with. Yesterday a migraine hit me like a sledgehammer out of nowhere. I didn't ask for that! Could be a case of hormone overload(the tamoxifen)/the costa cappuccino/the remnants of radiotherapy/or just plain knackeredness. Today I have been sofa-bound listening to radio 2 (not ga ga) and generally flopping about. My poor old head feels like it's been through a mangle and I feel fuzzy. I'm off to the Hospice of St Francis later for reflexology. And relax!