Thursday, 1 June 2017

Week 27: End of chemo 😀 and surgery chat 🤔...

Week 27: Thursday 25 - Wednesday 31 May 2017

Huge momentous week this week... first off, people may not want to read the in depth stuff on my operations... so I will mark that section beginning with 🤢🤢🤢 and ending it with ✅✅✅.

As mum and dad had stayed over the day of my cancelled chemo, we all went out on the Thursday to Cramond where we had ice cream in the sun (with factor 50 and floppy hat on!)... we had planned to have lunch there too but unfortunately the kitchen was closed that day!  (I was feeling like a bloody jinx by this pint btw!)

However not to be deterred, we then went out to South Queensferry for a light lunch, and then home for me to have a wee rest... still have to appreciate I am not wonder woman... 😜.

Dinner that night was a lovely BBQ in the garden and I even managed a wee cider to join in with the birthday celebrations!

Have to admit though, whilst everyone was basking in the summer heat... it actually just made me miserable... not to be out of kilter with everyone else, but already experiencing hot flushes, sweating and swearing permanently, the extra heat just exacerbated my fatigue symptoms, but then it was too hot to sleep, and with all the sweating and drinking water to combat everything, there were a lot more trips to the toilet to be had too.... 😱.

Anyway... I appreciate I overshare, but then this is my diary / blog and I am still insistent on keeping a true record for me lol.

The Friday of this week, Dave was trying to lift my spirits by making sure I would get up and about... but this was definitely a day where I was knackered with the heat and could not be arsed with anything.... anyway, we went a drive to New Lanark - a wee lunch and ice cream, but trying to walk up a flight of stairs was just too tiring for me.  I felt like an old age pensioner despite my bloody mindedness.  I am going to make a terrible old person at this rate lol.  And all I can say is thank feck we got parked right at the Main Street itself.... I would never have managed to walk from the visitors main car park up the top of the hill!!!

On another note though, once fully better I really want to do the guided tour there as it looks amazing 😀😀😀.

Saturday was time over at mum and dad's although I ended up sleeping a lot during the day and also overnight... this was definitely a down time weekend!  Sunday dinner was down in Gala with my sister's family before going home.  This is what I mean that it's good to spend time with different people and different locations... and I now have no shame curling up and sleeping in any free bed going lol 😀.  But equally, me being away gave Dave a break away from his other caring and housework duties, and not having to be around me and my moods lol.  He had a wee day to himself uptown too after working from home.

Monday was giving more blood for testing... went home with everything crossed, and basically slept again.

Tuesday was a HUGE day as I went to see the oncologist and breast nurse.  They basically suggested I could have a reduced chemo dose given I have been so sick, but this would potentially mean a further session too... so I said my real preference was to take the final hit, if we could manage the side effects with more drugs.  Which is amazing, as before all this kicked in, I hardly even took paracetamol!!!

Anyway he did agree that I could do that, and asked again about me taking part in research clinical trials.  However my position has now slightly changed I feel.  Having been so sick with chemo, I am really not sure I want to be sick again, voluntarily.  I really do want to be able to help others, but now I feel I may be having a selfish moment.... hmm, am going to take some time to ponder and wonder.... I have to go back and see the oncologist in 5 weeks time to talk about everything in the cold light of day, but actually, now that I have been told my surgery may actually be imminent, it may all be a moot point anyway...

Ok... Squeamish point from here forward... 🤢🤢🤢

Also had quite a long chat with the breast nurse about impending surgery... as I am not getting radiotherapy, their preference would normally be to do surgery within 4 weeks of last chemo... however, as my surgery also going to need 2 plastic surgeons, it might take wee bit longer to coordinate diaries... but they def want to press full steam ahead asap - to the point where nurse was going to be speaking to surgery coordinator in advance of me seeing plastic surgeon on 19 June to see if I can get head start on waiting list 😄

Nurse also suggested that I ask gynae surgeon if any possibility of them doing their surgery on same day, seeing as I will be on the operating table anyhow... that appeals to my neat and tidy mindset, but have to wait and see... will not get hopes up too much!

It was explained my surgery could be anything between 8 and 20 hours... (!), but good news is that Livingston is only hospital that does this surgery and the op I am getting is the 'gold standard' of operations. 

Basically the breast surgeon will be removing everything out of my breast and removing the nipple, whilst the 2 plastic surgeons will be opening up stomach and preparing the veins for micro surgery... once they have scooped everything out, they will then take the tummy fat from below my belly button and then separate it in order to know how much they will have available to make my new boobs 😀.  It's really great stuff actually as I want to be smaller and perkier, so all good... and most of my belly fat is below my belly button anyhow.

After they have cut me open, the surgeons then go off for a break in order to prepare them for the intense micro vascular surgery ahead and joining up of tiny vessels.  I will never be left alone as the anaesthetist will be with me throughout, and I am guessing my wounds will not be left open to the work with my innards trailing out like some kind of horror film!

Mum and I had a conversation about them being able to go to the toilet when operating on me, but according to shows like Grey's Anatomy, I think some surgeons may just choose to use industrial strength incontinence pants 😱😱😱 lol . 

Don't get me wrong... we were shown pictures... the scars across my belly will literally be hip to hip.  But as I said to mum, it's not like I am suddenly going to be flaunting my new body by suddenly becoming a pole dancer, and they will be always be covered by my underwear lol.  As for breast scars, they actually look to be fairly minimal... but again, it's not like I get them out in public anyhow lol.

Speaking to other people who have had this surgery have said that sometimes they get pubic hair growing out of their new boob... I can just imagine that conversation when I got to get my waxing done pmsl 😜😜😜.  I just find the whole thing hilarious.

In giving me a free tummy tuck, they obviously have to pull my skin down, hence why I also need to have a new belly button created.... see.... still fascinating 😀.

There was also info on how the surgery will initially cause so much pain that they can't really describe or prepare me for it, but after initial 48hrs I will get steadily better.  But I definitely think that I am better knowing this now, and also that I will be in the high dependency unit, rather than scaring anyone on the day.... does mean my posts that week may be minimal! 😄😄😄. They also said I will hate the world, not be compos mentis and I will be dead grumpy that first 48hrs so maybe best I don't have any visitors that first couple of days lol.

I was also told I will be in hospital for at LEAST a week, if there are absolutely no complications... however, being fully aware that if things do happen, then I may be in a bit longer, and they may even use leeches on me to ensure good blood flow through the new joined up veins...

She also pointed out that out of the 65 ops they do of these a year, there are a couple where things don't work out.  And sometimes they may have to take patient back to surgery to remove the reconstruction.  But they do absolutely everything to ensure all success, partly because of the investment the patient has put into it with pain and cancer... but also because the cost of these operations are astronomical!

So, some of the things they are going to do to me include keeping me falsely heated with heat blankets for the first 48hrs to keep veins open and blood flowing; I will be allowed ice chips and cool flannels... but no fans or circulating fresh air. 😭😭😭

I will be on a morphine pump that I can use without limit for first few days, and then they will basically try wean me down over the course of my stay in hospital.

And... they will also be doing a Doppler test of my breast every half hour to check there is no necrosis... hence the comment above about leeches!

(At this point I may actually organise a rota of willing visitors in order to ease burden on Dave and my parents... apart from anything else, I will thrive on seeing different people every day!!  As long as I don't have 10 visitors at once, that will be grand 😉. And never fear.... I won't be showing my boobs off or talking too graphically to anyone lol...)

Have had some thoughts though.... like I am not sure if I need new bras to take in with me... I have no idea what size I will be!  And because of surgery I can't use pull on ones, or front fastening ones, and I won't be able to do the ones up at the back.... but mum pointed out I can ask all this stuff at the pre-op appointment... and in all honesty, am guessing it will be lots of bandages for the first few days!

Also, advice on forums is to take front fastening pjs to allow all the poking and prodding to happen easily.... I also got told about the drains they have to put into the 2 wound sites.  Basically I will have 4 milk bottle things attached to me to drain away excess fluids... this bit sounds minging, but thankfully it will all be contained during my hospital stay and they do all the needful with them... including giving me a back pack thing to put on so I can get up and wander freely from day 3 or 4 onwards!  I am pretty sure this is all going to be wonderful additions to my photo montage I am collating lol. 😇

And... I have to expect a minimum of at least 3 months recovery - and probably longer, due to fact that depending on timing of operation, I will still have chemo effects raging through me.  (I don't think people believe I will actually heed their advice, but I will not do anything to jeopardise my recovery... I am headstrong, not stupid lol!!!)

One of the things they have also said is that once discharged, I probably need someone to be with me permanently for 2 weeks as I literally won't be able to do anything for myself... so I have asked mum if she can come and stay with me... 😀.  Nothing against Dave, but this is probably going to require all types of personal care, and also he needs to be able to escape to work and preserve his own sanity... and I have the benefits that my mum actually is a trained nurse 😀😀😀.

So... that's it in a nutshell... I asked lots of questions, feel really positive and prepared for whatever dates they are able to give me.

I already know I have to have another procedure 3 months after this operation (nipples lol), and 3 months after that I will get tattoos (again, nipples lol)....  they also allow time for the new boobs to settle and then decide if they need topped up using liposuction from other parts of my body...

So - fascinating stuff.  Perversely I am quite excited... but this is good head space to be in.

Anyway...  next bit is not squeamish.... lol ✅✅✅

So... mum had basically stayed over Monday and Tuesday nights in order to be able to take me to early morning appointments, and Wednesday was final chemo day.... hurrah!!!!

Went in, and had a wee delay, because one of the anti sickness meds had to be in my system for an hour before chemo was infused.  As a random thing, mum and I discovered the second floor dining room at the hospital this time... they sell breakfast 😀.  And actually because it's far away, not many people go to it, so lovely and quiet too!

Chemo session went well, and I was so pleased no effects.... cannula site still bloody sore going in, and my entire arm is bruised like a peach... but all will be worth it, and it will settle down.  The steroid tomato fat face is prevalent as normal, but I know the end is in sight 😀😀😀.

I was really pleased to be able to 'bin my bras'... given I am going to be going down in size, I had had a massive clear out of my wardrobes in the past week or so, so I have lots to take to charity but my bras can be donated to ladies abroad.... some of these bras were brand new and maybe had only been worn once... and at a cost of £50 each, giving 9 away made me realise how much I had spent.... thank goodness smaller boobs will mean cheaper bras lol 🤗.

Was also really pleased to be able to give a bag of goodies to the oncology staff... they really have seen me through so much.... and actually, maybe some of the charity things I could do, I will make them my fundraising beneficiaries.... my friends doing run for Cancer Research, my work family are doing fundraising for Breast Cancer Care and Bosom Buds, but I think I will do something personal for St. John's.

(Mum did point out though that I should really have chosen smaller pressies for the team... I had left her humphing the bag around all morning - oops!)

Anyway... after chemo, mum and I went to McDonalds, then I came home and slept.

It's really weird actually.  I was completely hyper as it was my last session... but a few hours laters I was completely floored again.... ahhh, the nature of chemo lol.

So...this next week is seeing the gynaecologist today, niece's birthday meal tomorrow, hopefully seeing a few friends over the weekend (all in moderation of course!), and then.... trip to Cornwall on Tuesday.  Mum already has my clothes to pack in her suitcase, and I will be packed up with drugs to allow me to go safely, so excited it's unbelievable.

Along the way am hoping to look at helping out a friend do some funding research for his social enterprise, speak to people at work to keep my hand in, and hopefully chasing down another friend who is due me money and is so far ducking giving me it back.  The good thing about chemo rage is that it's a good time to tell people to stop taking the proverbial lol.

So.... a very fulsome update today... but genuinely I am feeling great about everything.  I know I will still have some more wobbles... but that's normal... and there is always chocolate 😀.

I genuinely could not get through this without my amazing family and friends... I really count myself truly lucky and blessed.  Timescales mean nothing to me... first and foremost me and my health come first.  I can't wait to get out the other end of this and be a new woman... no idea what my head space and attitude will be, but it will still be with a 'can do' attitude, take no shit, and I want lots of fun and excitement.  And more holidays lol.

So on that cheery note - thanks for sticking with me... definitely always a rollercoaster!


Xxx

Friday, 26 May 2017

Week 26: Things still not going to plan...

Week 26: Thursday 18 - Wednesday 24 May 2017

This week's blog also partially covers some of the preceding weeks... with brain fog I forgot to include stuff in last week's update lol.

Obviously last update shared that I had been through the mill a wee bit, and that this new chemo is a lot more aggressive.  Well, I forgot to say that I had had my 5th chemo during that time... again no allergic reaction, posted on Facebook with a thumbs up... and then it was like a bad 60's batman episode where I feel I should have had multicoloured starbursts coming out of me with comedic captions... 😜.

Have to say though, I have discovered my local GP surgery is excellent when it comes to getting medicines.  Alongside getting fast pass track into the hospital, the cancer card gets me prescriptions written within 10 minutes, rather than the published 48hrs 😄😄😄.

(To be fair... patient waiting with projectile vomiting in the waiting room does tend to have an impact lol.) 

One of the funniest stories however  was one of the days that mum came to take me out for a run and to maybe try some nice lunch to tempt my tastebuds...I kept saying I was fine... and fine.... and fine... till we drove up to the local Beefeater.... and in full view of the lunch crowd, I was spectacularly sick out of the car.

Mum had just finished telling me she had just washed her car, and there I was being like the girl from 'The Exorcist', trying to avoid splashing her car with bright yellow bile!!

I was completely mortified.   I have NEVER been sick in public before, and preferably will never do so again.  But then I really took the biscuit... I asked mum to ask inside for a bucket of water to clean the car park.  I think she thought I was joking...

Thing is, I am pretty sure most people may just have got back in the car and scarpered, never daring to show their face again... but honestly, I just couldn't.  I couldn't leave that there...

Anyway... mum was a complete trooper and did as I asked and actually did the rinsing down for me... and she even managed to keep a straight face when I said I then felt fine, and did she want to go in to eat....  it was only afterwards that she admitted that she didn't feel like eating, and that she thought I had lost my mind...

Ahhh well... it was funny with hindsight 😄😄😄

Managed to see a few friends and family in this past week - am pretty sure people want to check I actually am still alive, and not just sending out false texts like a robot... which is lovely... but it also made me think if I do send false messages....

I don't believe I do... mainly because when I am feeling rubbish I generally don't text people, partly as it's too much effort to pick up the phone lol.  There are a few people who text and I might say 'rough week' - but although my immediate family will hoot with laughter... I don't actually believe in being a drama queen or looking for pity parties 😄.  But equally I also get that people are pleased to see me up and about - and it's not the same as reading about me on my blog or Facebook 😄.

It was also my mums birthday this week, on my last day of chemo... so with a note of caution about eating out, myself, mum, dad and my niece went out on the Monday night to celebrate mums birthday and parents upcoming anniversary.  And it was an amazing success, in all areas (no sick lol), and it was fun 😄.

The Tuesday was funny actually - mum and dad had a pension advisor over to the house... he was an impertinent chap and asked me outright what was wrong with me... you know, as I was wearing my chemo cap...(!)

However I took quite a lot of perverse satisfaction in telling him I was there as a witness for mum and dad, and I may have some questions....  which I did, and I also wrote everything down and worked out various calculations.  Thank goodness for that long ago economics degree and a twisted sense of humour 😉😉😉

Anyway... alls well that ended well, and mum and dad got the info they had requested... with a little beady eye from me lol... yay I was useful and used my brain! 

Wednesday 24th May dawned and I had my tomato red face on from pre chemo steroids.  (It's such an attractive look!). 

I pitched up to the hospital, having got a bag of thank you goodies for the chemo team.  Fortune favours the bold, and the sun shines on the righteous... we actually got a parking space in the nearest car park.

I was still feeling quite weak and tired from all the side effects listed in last week's blog... but I had girded my loins, as this was an epic day... last chemo... yay!!!! 

Except... It wasn't.

😥😥😥😥😥

When the hospital had phoned me on the Tuesday, they did the usual checklist.  And said that they would do another assessment when I arrived the following day, but things would probably be ok... so that was my mind set when I went in.

However, my chemo nurse was quite concerned when going over everything... which to be fair... not unlike the song 'head, shoulders, knees and toes' which is never ending... my list of side effects did seem pretty horrendous once I started going through them all.

The thing is, I was laughingly showing her my blog where I listed them all last week!! 

Anyway this all required an emergency consult with the Oncologist... who then stopped my chemo plan for that day.

I was absolutely devastated.  Tears and everything.

I think because I had psyched myself up for this being the end one, to have it snatched at the last moment was just heartbreaking. 

I was also jumping ahead to my surgical appointments for next week, my niece's birthday meal plans... and also my planned mini holiday in 2 weeks time!!!

However, my chemo nurse put it into perspective.  My body was so broken that to get chemo on that day may put me into renal failure and I would be back in hospital the following day with much more serious long term issues 😥.

Nothing quite like a stark wake up call, but a real bitter pill to swallow.

Anyway... once I pulled myself together I decided I couldn't face staying at home moping that day... so mum and I went perusing the shops, and then my parents stayed over that night to have another birthday tea for mum.

I now have another week to give my body time to recover to prepare for the final onslaught.  Means more blood tests, however, the chemo team have promised to give me a whole set of new drugs to counteract all known effects I have had thus far...  goodness knows I am going to be rattling like a bag of smarties at this rate... but this week coming up will be nice hours out and more sleep.

It IS the final one... and it was delayed for the best of reasons... sometimes I need to follow my own sage words of advice to the kids and "suck it up" 😄.

Focusing on the end goal... 
Focusing on the end goal...
Focusing on the end goal...

(That's me trying mindfulness chanting... not casting some kind of satanic spell btw!)

Anyway... hopefully next week I will be able to report final one done and dusted... so a bit like the lottery... fingers crossed everybody 😄😄😄. X


Tuesday, 23 May 2017

Weeks 21 - 25: Gargantuan update...

Weeks 21 - 25: Thursday 13 April - Wednesday 17 May 2017

Ok... first off, apologies... this is a mammoth update as it covers the last five (yes five!) weeks of my treatment.

I will start off by saying I am still alive (always a bonus), but the reason I have not written for the last 5 weeks is because I have had a fairly rotten time of it, and I didn't want to write when I was feeling crappy - otherwise I am pretty sure some people may have thought I should be carted off to the nearest soft padded cell!

I write this a few days before my next and final chemo - so that will be subject to next week's update - but great news is that I am awake, alert, positive and looking forward to going down to stay at my sister's for some beach weather and chilling out in 2 weeks time 😀😀😀. (Wearing the pre-requisite cover up shirt, floppy hat and Factor 50!!!)

So where to start?  Well, 6 weeks ago I had my chemo changed as per the original plan.  So that was a switch to the chemo known as doxataxel.  However, given the medical team now know I have the BRCA 1 mutation, they also decided to add in carboplatin. This is a chemo drug which is also used to treat ovarian cancer, so I am guessing this really is belt and braces approach at the moment.  (I now know more than I did when I wrote my last blog lol!)

Anyway... thought all was going well - I got through the chemo with no allergic reaction whilst 3 other people on the unit each took an allergic turn and had to get emergency antihistamines... I was feeling quite smug...

Got home and basically slept for a few days, and thought all was going to be clear for the Easter weekend.  How naive of me lol 😱😱😱.

Easter Sunday I started vomiting, and it did not stop for days... to the point where mum had come to visit on the Tuesday and immediately took me to hospital.  With hindsight I perhaps should have phoned the chemo hotline sooner - but I genuinely thought it was going to pass, and I really didn't want to make a fuss 😱.

Taking me to hospital, poor mum was really quite worried - I could hardly walk or stand up for being so weak, and she ended up having to get me a wheelchair to take me from the hospital entrance to the emergency medical admissions unit up on the second floor.  (On a side note - who puts an emergency medical admissions unit on second floor at back end of hospital, which takes ages to actually get to?!?!)

Anyway... to cut a very long story short... I was dangerously dehydrated, and it turns out that the chemo had also done nasty things to my heart and my liver.  So I had to go on various drips for 24hrs including magnesium and potassium.  Which, just for the record, are exceptionally sore going in through my arm!!

Also, despite them giving me three different anti sickness medications, I was still being sick through them... as there was no bed immediately available when I first went in, I had to lie on a narrow gurney for about 6hrs before being formally admitted... and I went through an awful lot of sick bowls in that time 🤢.

Once admitted, I was trying to persuade my mum that she should really go and get some lunch, not actually appreciating that she might not fancy anything after watching me throw up all day... oops 😜.

I had seen various doctors over this period, and it turns out that my heart was slightly misfiring and basically was skipping heart beats for a little while, partly due to the lack of essential salts in my body I believe.  And my liver was inflamed, as were the rest of my internal organs, basically due to me being sick so much.

So... ultimately I got a bed on a ward.... and then I got shifted again at 10pm that night to another ward due to an influx of people coming in via A&E.  To be fair, I just kind of got pushed around in a daze so it didn't bother me much at all.

I also got sent for various scans at this time, because as they said to me, it would be a bit unfortunate if they overlooked something simple like gall bladder issues whilst they just focused on cancer-related stuff!  (Thankfully ALL of this is actually just chemo related... my body just really does not like it 😱.)

The nursing staff during this period were definitely mixed.  There were some really lovely nurses who really took time to check in on me and then there was another one who said there was no point in knowing my name as she was not going to be on shift for days after that day...  the inmates on this ward this time were another interesting bunch too.  Especially the woman who had 10 visitors to her bed at each visiting session!!!

Unfortunately that was too much for the nursing staff to bear and had actually asked some of the visitors to leave... and they didn't.  So of course, it really didn't help when I needed to go to the toilet and the visitors had blocked the passage to the ward toilet.  

I actually did the decent thing and just asked if I could use another toilet on that floor.... but the staff nurse was incensed with indignant rage by that point, so she marched up to the extended family visiting and pointed to me and said that they were stopping an ill patient from going to the toilet and they had to leave immediately as it was only allowed two to a bed for these kind of reasons.  Cue the mortified patient btw.  I would really rather the ground had opened up and swallowed me at that point 😱😱😱.

Anyway... I eventually got out out of hospital later that evening.... having then managed to forget my drugs.  So that required Dave to go back to hospital the following day to collect them - bloody chemo brain!!!

The following weekend, Irish Sue came across, and she was a great tonic to my crappy week.  It was definitely a much quieter weekend than we would normally have had, but she really cheered me up when things were getting on top of me.

Unfortunately, this was also the weekend where Dave had a bit of a drunken blowout at the football... and it was linked to him not coping with me having cancer.  This actually led to many weeks of angst for both of us, as I knew he was not coping but equally, I could not cope with him as I had my own sickness and rollercoaster of emotions to deal with.  

Anyway... he went to speak to a counsellor at Maggie's Centre who are experts in helping carers deal with their concerns, and it was the best thing he could have done.  For instance, he got told it's ok to feel resentful to the world about how things are unfair.  It's also ok for him to be pissed off at me when I am grumpy or treat him like crap.  (On a funny note, this may give me license to be really grumpy now lol 😀.). I also now realise that he and mum are the only ones that see me at my sickest and lowest ebb... everyone else I generally make sure I am upbeat and positive - as I generally am... but I don't make that effort when I am home alone with Dave - because I am basically knackered.

Please know - I only include this info here as I know other people who are dealing with cancer may be facing similar situations with their partners / family / carers.  Basically Dave has had many offers of support and chats and help from loads of people... he just kept saying he was fine, but I knew he was not.  (Of course, I did feel kind of sanctimonious when I told him that "I told him so", but I will try not to gloat.)

Basically being a carer is hard.  And I do get that.  And for any other people going through this, it is an unenviable task...  just to give you a flavour of home life...

Literally, at my weakest moments I can't do anything.  I can't currently even walk my dogs for more than 10 mins as I am absolutely shattered and end up having to sit down in a crumpled heap.  I also can't do any housework as I can't lift anything more than a bag of sugar, and I also can't be exposed to a multitude of germs, dirt or bleach.  I also take it in turns to sleep in all 4 different beds we have in the house depending if I am too hot, too cold, too sweaty, sore bones, sensitivity to light or noise.... and that subsequently means there is a lot of laundry that needs done every other day from the night sweats.  Then there is the whole cleaning of the bathrooms after every time I am sick too... so, as I say, being a carer is not easy.

I don't actually think I have been that demanding a patient, and I certainly have tried not to be stroppy.  But this past 5 weeks have been particularly difficult as I have had no real good days, as opposed to the first 12 weeks, where actually I was only sick for 4 days out of each 3 week cycle.

Also, this chemo - my taste buds are definitely all over the place... everything tastes like cardboard, my mouth was sore and I couldn't eat anything dry or sharp, and to be honest, most of the time I have been living on ice cream and lollies in order to get calories into me and soothe my throat.  It can make me seem somewhat ungrateful when I reject plates of prepared food made with the best of intentions... 😔.  Also, I really do suffer from unexplainable and irrational chemo rage - about anyone that may annoy me (or that I perceive annoys me - see references to paranoia and hallucinations!).  And this comes with NO way of rationalising it or de-escalating it.  Those are the days I put my head under the covers, turn off all technology and refuse to speak to anyone like a toddler in a massive tantrum.

Anyway... the following weekend from Sue's trip over, Dave and his mum went on a pre-planned trip to Rome, which was booked at my insistence the month previous.  The reason for this, to be quite blunt, was despite the fact that we are married, I can't stand being around Dave for 24hrs a day, and I am sure the feeling is mutual, and I knew that he needed a break - as did I lol.

However, given that I was still a bit 'wabbit', my mum and dad moved in for 4 days to babysit me.  And to be honest, I am eternally grateful that they did.   I actually ended up doing nothing but sleep for 2.5 days, with interjections from my parents bringing me up food and drink.  On the 3rd day I was less shaky and got up and we went a drive to go and have a Diet Coke at a local pub, to sit out and get some fresh air in the beer garden.  I still got tired easily, but it was definitely of benefit to actually get out and see daylight 😀😀😀.

Unfortunately being in hospital had delayed my consultation with the breast surgeon, so that took place the following week... and it was fairly momentous.  I had done loads of research before I had gone in (even the squeamish inducing technical details of surgery 😱), and the surgeon was great.  Calm, confident, matter of fact and asked me if I had had enough information and had I come to any conclusions.  So no time wasting or dumbing down of things.

Basically I have opted for double mastectomy with immediate reconstruction.

I need to have further meeting with the plastic surgeons, and then they are hoping to get me in for actual surgery after my chemo recovery period - maybe 3 or 4 months time depending on surgical team availability.

It's going to be a big operation (nothing to do with size of my current chest!), and will take 2 plastic surgeons as well as the breast surgeon to do the surgery, and they need an operating theatre booked out all day.  The surgery itself may take anything between 8 and 12 hours I believe.
(The technical detail around micro vascular surgery is fascinating btw!)

On the upside I will get a free tummy tuck, although recovery period might be anything from 3 months plus. But at the end of the day, it look like I get to choose what I want my final body shape to be!  (Angelina Jolie perhaps lol!!! 😀😀😀)

There still needs to be lots of in-depth discussions about nipple placement (!) and the need to create a new belly button for me, and it's not just going to be the one operation... but the good news is that these type of operations are done all the time, with great success.

So... overall I am happy with the decision, confident in the surgical teams and probably keen to get moving asap - but I also recognise I am still under the influence of chemo, and I also have second surgical consult at beginning of June to discuss removing my ovaries and tubes too...  that 'should' be keyhole procedure, done and out in a day, with about 3 weeks recovery, so here's hoping...

At the the end of this, as long as I don't look like Frankenstein's bride, that will be a bonus! 😄😄

Also during this period, I was supposed to be going back to physio to check progress on my arm cording and my sore hips.  Unfortunately, when I turned up, the chemo had really wracked my body and I had bone pain all over, so the physio could not tell if the exercises were working as everything hurt and everything was out of alignment... so basically I now have an open door to go back when I finish chemo whenever I want and we can start afresh once chemo is out of my system.

The other thing about this chemo which I not properly taken on board, is that it seems to have a cumulative effect...  so whilst I am being blasted with really aggressive doses of chemo, I am never quite getting back up to healthy levels each time I go back... so I start with a lower threshold at each session.

Which in turn, probably makes sense as I am pretty sure I now see the potential side effects as just a checklist of things I now get all the time...

So... like a pop-pickers top 10, here is a list of everything I have had over the last 5 weeks...

  1. Fatigue - moving about feels like wading through treacle
  2. Sickness
  3. Bone pain where it feels like bones change from being bruised to feeling crushed
  4. Cloudy eyesight on occasion
  5. Dizziness and blackout
  6. Shaking / trembly hands where I can physically spill drinks
  7. Numbness of fingers
  8. Toileting issues of all extremes
  9. Bleeding from various bits of my body
  10. Infected eyelash ducts from eyelashes falling out
  11. Nearly complete loss of my eyebrows
  12. Veins in arms hardening and bruising due to amount of injections 
  13. Chills and sweats
  14. Disorientation and hallucinations
  15. Complete brain fog and forget what I am speaking about
  16. Lack of appetite or thirst
  17. Tastebuds completely gone
  18. Dry mouth and difficulty in swallowing
  19. Headaches
  20. Sensitivity to light and noise
  21. And in the last week - postules (mini boils) erupted on my face as part of chemo rash.  I looked like a Shakespearean witch!  And it was really painful...

However... that list looks huge, but I certainly don't think I have suffered as badly as some others have, so I am adamant I am remaining positive.  The key buggeration factor in the last 5 weeks is that I have not been able to get out and about as much as I have done previously, and I really think that that also impacted on my mental health.

I have really struggled at times to put a smile on things, as I was permanently in pain, and pissed off that I was too ill to do anything.  And then it becomes a viscous cycle.

I also have moments of wobble when I think ahead to all the surgery I am going out have, effectively on a voluntary basis.  Whilst rationally, it's a no-brainer when it reduces my cancer risk to 2% for both breast and ovarian cancers, I am by no means a robot, and the thought of going under the knife and associated pain afterwards scares the bejesus out of me.  I also don't know, what I don't know, and I am not sure what type of person I am going to turn out to be yet.  Sometimes running away and having lots of holidays seems so much more fun than dealing with pain, responsibility and risks.... but I know that's me being at a low ebb... and I can still pull myself out of these pity moments relatively quickly. 😀😀😀

The counsellors are right - chemo pushes the body, mind and mental health to the limits, and I find it difficult to deal with self doubt and paranoia.  But, I am getting help through that, and it's really good speaking to people who have been through the exact same thing as I am going through... because to be honest, people who have not gone through this don't really understand, and neither do they need to.

I am really conscious that I don't want to become a cancer bore, and I know this consumes my life at the moment, but there is definitely something about facing real mortality issues that really makes you look at things differently.

Thankfully I do have wonderful friends and family who keep me updated with their gossip, stories and joys which means I don't ever become too self absorbed hopefully 😀.  And so many lovely people have given me so many thoughtful presents too... completely unexpected, but each one really does bring wee rays of sunshine - I probably don't express my gratitude enough, but once I am fully better I really think a big party for all of my supporters is in order!!

There was some good news over this period though, and my mum's gene testing has come back negative.  So dad now going for his test to see if he is the gene carrier, or whether I am patient zero.  But unlike horror films like '28 days later', if I am patient zero, I don't have anything contagious which I can pass on lol 😀😀😀.

Also, I have been able to see a few people over the last 5 weeks, which have been true god sends - they may have been constrained to an hour maximum before I had to go for a sleep, but I even managed to try my hand at painting in my brother's bathroom.... again I lasted about an hour before needing a sleep, so my mum and sister-in-law soldiered on without me as I sat and ate a pie pmsl.  I make a great supervisor!!!

I will end this blog with an interesting observation... I was asked recently if I saw myself as cancer victim, sufferer or patient.... I promptly replied that I was a cancer fighter, and proud to be so... and I genuinely mean that 😀.

It's been a tough gig... but I am alive and getting through it.  My last chemo is this week, and I then have a recovery period for chemo to exit my system, however long that takes.  That will complete another stage in the cancer fight. ❤️

  1. I had the tumour removed cleanly, with no need to go back - 🕴🏻✅ success.
  2. I am about to complete 18 weeks of chemo - success (despite the crappy side effects lol).
  3. I am now in discussion stages about risks reducing surgery -  ↗️ in progress.
  4. Completion of new body, new me -  long term goal 🏆🏆🏆.

So, all's well that ends well with this monumental blog.  I am grateful for what I have, the people I love and value, and my two puppies who are my constant companions.  

I am a fighter.  And I will win (but that possibly says more about my competitive streak and stubbornness than anything else!!)

Thanks to everyone for sticking with me... till next week's instalment... ciao for now! Xx