Now we wait…

You see those red ones?  They are the DEVIL…they are the ones that wreck veins and make me sick.  But they’ve got their work cut out this time… I’m a bit more savvy to them now – different anti-sickness drugs have been taken in advance, water is being drunk by the gallon and I’m not walking the dog twice and having a cheese sandwich as soon as I get home (ie. not being my kind of ‘normal’ which was what was suggested I should do three weeks ago, I’ve amended my ‘normal’ to sitting, resting, chilling out – thank the lord that Wimbledon started today!).

Had a great time with two fab nurses (thank you Chloe and Charity) at the chemo suite, such an enlightening conversation about the brutal (their words, not mine) regime that I’m on and how else to manage it and what to expect. Can’t remember all of it right now as fuzzy chemo brain is starting to kick in. Gaggy was there though so she will be able to remind me in a few days. Found out that Dad’s regime was just as brutal as well so let’s see if I can beat him and do more than two cycles…

They said that I need to take it easy as my body is going into battle with the chemo drugs now for the next two days, and needs to focus on that rather than anything else.  When I told Joe he said “Like the French Revolution?”.

Other things to remember:

• Flush the loo twice to get rid of poisons before Joe sits on it, as the chemo drugs are designed to destroy all fast growing cells within their reach – and according to them, a 10 year old is a mass of fast growing cells.
• Eat healthily, drink at least 2 litres of water a day
• Take as many anti-sickness drugs as possible
• Don’t shut the sharps box before you’ve put all seven used syringes in it as it will lock… oops – small boy, bright yellow box stating “sharp objects” – shut and locked within 2 minutes of walking in the house.