Sorry I haven't posted anything for while, but I've had some really bad days recently.
So this week (starting on Monday 6th June) was supposed to be pretty chilled out, with one lot of chemo on Monday, and then a hassle (and steroid!) free week. Let me tell you, it was not.
Monday was fine, kinda boring, to be perfectly honest. I went into hospital, had my chemo, waited around a bit, had an x-ray, waited around a bit more, had an ECHO scan, went home. An ECHO scan is no where near as cool as it sounds -its an ultra sound, like a pregnant woman has, and you basically just lie down for 40 minutes having jelly on your tummy while a lady looks at your heart on a screen. My heart is creepy. And you don't even get to eat the jelly because its not edible! Noooooo :'( .
Oh wait! Sorry, I nearly forgot! On Monday on the way home, I got my wig. Chemo has an annoying tendency to make your hair fall out, so there is this neat little charity called The Little Princess Trust which provides wigs for caner patients. The great thing about wigs is you can have them cut and curled and straightened and dyed to how you want them -before, my hair was all short and blonde/brown (until I dyed it red) and it wasn't very nice. My wig, on the other hand, is long, down to my waste, blonde with golden highlights, and wavy. It really is just like a princess's hair!
Tuesday was amazing. Like seriously incredible. I actually felt really good and normal for the first time in ages! I wanted to go in to school for the whole day, I felt so great, but exams were every lesson except last lesson, so I stayed at home for most of the day, and just went in for history, which was being taught by this Russian substitute I've never met. She was OK, but we learnt more Russian Language than we did History. And the only Russian we learnt was 'da'.
And then came Wednesday. Ah. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling a bit ill, so I went to the loo thinking that would resolve it. As I washed my hands, my ears started ringing and my sight began to go, so I rushed into my parents' bedroom and fell onto the bed. I felt really bad. In the morning I felt awful. My mouth hurt so much I couldn't even open it. I went to the loo again but I fainted while washing my hands. I was only out for a few seconds, but it felt like hours. Mum and Dad went nuts, calling the hospital and the ambulance and trying not to have panic attacks. It would actually have been quite funny if it wasn't so serious.
The ambulance people came (and had to prick me with a needle... ow!) and they took me to the hospital. Once I could open my mouth, I was told to drink lots and also to have sugary things, but I still couldn't eat anything because my mouth hurt so much. I lived on Pepsi :) .
I was also put on a drip, an infusion of other medicines and lots of morphine. I had to stay in hospital, unable to eat, for a few days, and when I had a shower on Thursday almost all of my hair fell out, which was a shock when I looked in the mirror. There was just this gross patch of red hair at the back, and it did not look good.
On Friday, my school was having a picnic on the field to celebrate the Queen's 90th birthday, and I was desperate to go. As the doctors had wanted to discharge me the previous day, I thought 'It won't be a problem' but it sure was. I asked the staff nurse and she said probably but I would have to ask the doctor. The doctor said no and I was really annoyed because it would never happen again and none of her reasons were valid. At all. My dad pulled a few strings and got the doctor to ask her boss, who said there was no reason why not, so I got to go! Annoying thing is, I got the times muddled, and I arrived with only 20 minutes to go, and I had to call at home first to get my wig. There was a BBQ and people were sharing around cupcakes and there was bunting, and it was just generally a really nice atmosphere. I was sitting with a couple of friends and some of their friends who I don't really know but went to their primary schools. However, by the end I was feeling a bit faint and dizzy so it was probably a good thing that I hadn't been there any longer, after all. I went home and was better by dinner, so it was all good.
So yeah, that week kinda sucked. Oh well, hopefully that was the worst of it.
See ya soon,
Mitt xox
The ambulance people came (and had to prick me with a needle... ow!) and they took me to the hospital. Once I could open my mouth, I was told to drink lots and also to have sugary things, but I still couldn't eat anything because my mouth hurt so much. I lived on Pepsi :) .
I was also put on a drip, an infusion of other medicines and lots of morphine. I had to stay in hospital, unable to eat, for a few days, and when I had a shower on Thursday almost all of my hair fell out, which was a shock when I looked in the mirror. There was just this gross patch of red hair at the back, and it did not look good.
On Friday, my school was having a picnic on the field to celebrate the Queen's 90th birthday, and I was desperate to go. As the doctors had wanted to discharge me the previous day, I thought 'It won't be a problem' but it sure was. I asked the staff nurse and she said probably but I would have to ask the doctor. The doctor said no and I was really annoyed because it would never happen again and none of her reasons were valid. At all. My dad pulled a few strings and got the doctor to ask her boss, who said there was no reason why not, so I got to go! Annoying thing is, I got the times muddled, and I arrived with only 20 minutes to go, and I had to call at home first to get my wig. There was a BBQ and people were sharing around cupcakes and there was bunting, and it was just generally a really nice atmosphere. I was sitting with a couple of friends and some of their friends who I don't really know but went to their primary schools. However, by the end I was feeling a bit faint and dizzy so it was probably a good thing that I hadn't been there any longer, after all. I went home and was better by dinner, so it was all good.
So yeah, that week kinda sucked. Oh well, hopefully that was the worst of it.
See ya soon,
Mitt xox
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