Turns out this new chemo drug has knocked me for six and I’ve spent most of the week in bed feeling pretty terrible. However, I think I’ve turned a corner this morning and it’s time to ditch the fries and ice cream sundaes in bed (see pic below of our raging Fri night) and get back to kicking Gary’s butt.
Covid is still niggling away in the back of my head, there’s no one right answer, and the COVID-19 landscape is constantly changing. The right decision today may not be the best one next month, or even next week for that matter. It’s just shitty to constantly think about it and mentally pretty exhausting on top of everything else. Why I don’t want covid….
a) after a week in bed I really don’t want to be back in the same position
b) my bloods are low and in particular the ones that help me fight off infection. c) It will likely halt my cancer regime for one or potentially two weeks
d) lastly, I have no idea how it will effect me, will I end up in hospital? 🤷♀️
e) I can’t afford to lose anymore brain cells #chemobrainisreal
So you’ve probably all guessed I’m in a bit of a funk, which to be honest I’m completely ok with. There’s been tears and ‘why the f#ck me’ moments but I know It’s not forever. In a few weeks time, in a world of not many things to look forward to, I would have made it through one of the most challenging times of my life - now that’s worth waiting for!
Highlights of the week:
Feijoas have arrived 💚
Sylvie set up a VIP viewing platform to watch her play tennis outside. It consisted of a bag filled with 3 different flavoured chips and a cup of tea. ❤️
Charlie‘s djing (See below) 🖤
Watching ‘Cheaters’ (TVNZ on demand) 💙
xx
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