Chemo 2

2 down – only 4 to go now! Tick!

Almost half way through pumping myself full of drugs – very exciting. Not including the years worth of Herceptin, but I think I’ll take one step at a time thanks.

Session 2 wasn’t nearly so much fun as session 1, but I think that might well be the novelty wearing off. My boob twin was back in place complete with a 7 pack of Kit-Kats for us to nibble on, so that was a good start, but blimey it was long day. 9am in to have the blood test, 11.30am on with the Hat of Ice, 1pm the drugs start going in, 2.45pm I’m pumped to the gunnels. 4.30pm the Hat of Ice is thawed and comes off. You don’t half look lovely with hat hair coated in leave in conditioner and flecked with lumps of ice. Good job there are no hot docs swanning around.

And then home to lie on the sofa, and…

... So much for the “If you’re not sick the first time round you won’t be sick at all”. I’m not sure getting home to a super hot house, wearing two jumpers without really realizing and lying under a furry blanket with a cat curled up as close as possible is perhaps the best way to stave off nausea. It even managed to beat off the fabulous Dom Perignon and poor Ma Booth’s special dinner got very short shrift I’m afraid to say. Annoyingly, if you can manage the nausea and hold it all in for half an hour, you can get through it. Once you start being sick though you can’t really stop. Or at least you think you can’t stop. Until at 1.30 in the morning when there’s nothing but bile and you remember the magical ginger biscuits. Turns out they really do work!