Week 4 of Chemo

Hi again,

Wow, I really am behind with my posts! Never mind. This week (beginning on Saturday 11th June) was generally OK, so yeah...

I didn't have any chemo at all (not even steroids, for the first time since treatment began!). On Saturday I finally managed to eat something, though it really hurt. I ate a whole roast chicken on my own I was so hungry. Unfortunately, after not eating for so long, my tummy kinda rejected the food, and I puked it back up. It still tasted good though :) . On Saturday, my street of 11 houses (we are all quite close and friendly with each other, bar the new household at number 3, who don't really know anyone much) decided to have a street party for the Queen's 90th birthday. It had been planned weeks before I was diagnosed, and although I was asked, I didn't want to cancel it. Me, my brother and my next-door neighbor baked and decorated 3 cakes -a devils chocolate cake -for the kids- a Victoria sponge -for the adults- and a tray bake with a union jack flag on top made out of raspberries, blueberries and buttercream -for the more traditional adults.

I only stayed for about 10 minutes as I wasn't feeling 100%, so for the rest of it I was curled up on the sofa with a duvet watching this Australian border controls program and this cake shop program. My mum insisted I had some pink lemonade so I didn't get dehydrated again, but drinking anything hurt my chest so I couldn't breathe. My dad came in for a while, armed with two large slices of the devils cake, both of which I ate. It was fun a lazy kind of way, and we did a couple of suduko and had a crossyroads competition, which I won.

All the other days this week were pretty inconsequential, although at one point a little ambulance car had to come over because I was finding it hard to breathe, but I was fine after half an hour. My dad got me a pulse oximeter and a blood pressure cuff so I could feel 'reassured' about my breathing. When the community nurse came over she had to tell us what the readings actually meant as we didn't have a clue, and honestly, we still don't.

Not much else happened, really. I tried to keep my mind going with more suduko, but after a while they got too repetitive. I couldn't find any good new apps on the app store either. The days just seemed to draw into each other, and night time is the worst. My back ached, and my head and my ribs and most of all my stomach hurt. My dad kept giving me more and more morphine, as much as I was allowed, but I hate the bitter taste, and how drowsy it makes me, and it seemed to make the pain in my stomach worse and worse. I tried to stop it one day. I had none, not a single ml. But that made everything worse, as I got withdrawal symptoms which hurt so, so badly. Constipation and diarrhoea, too.

And that was the end of my first cycle! Which means that I'm now a quarter of the way through my chemotherapy already! Woop woop!

Bye for now,

Mitt xox