Photo copyrigh: Maggie May
These are the lovely flowers that were brought round to me when tightly in bud, in a stone pot by a very kind teacher who took the time to come and visit me a few weeks back. I guess they are at their best right now.
I have other hyacinth and tulip bulbs that are going to open up soon.
I had chemo 5 yesterday. It went without incident. I met some interesting, chatty people who helped to while away the time. If any one wants pictures of what it is like to undergo chemotherapy then they can go to my last session here.
So how am I feeling this time?
Well you can see that I don't have chemo brain, as I am managing to put in links etc.
I am itching like fury. I am on strong antihistamines that don't seem to be doing anything other than make me feel very sleepy. I look bright red. It would scare people if I went out like this.
This is the first morning that I couldn't face getting dressed. I need to be able to get at the places and scratch. It is all over my body and is due to the chemotherapy. Its nearly unbearable trying not to itch and I am damaging my skin.
I get into the shower and feel like laughing with delight of it and crying at the pain of it.
I was told it is no use putting anything on the skin as it wouldn't make any difference and might aggregate the condition.
By Sunday it will be going....... but it is a long time till Sunday.
Some of the people on the ward having chemotherapy yesterday were quite ill. There was a lady who looked so thin and old and she was extremely ill with a chest infection. She went in with a man in his late thirties and a very young boy.
I thought that the father of the little boy was the son of the much older lady.
Doctors buzzed around this lady and eventually I heard them say that there was a bed for her in the ward above and that she had to be admitted.
Then the *son* kissed her goodbye and the little boy aged about three years old said, "Goodbye Mummy."
That is what this blasted disease does to people and I had to choke down the tears.
