LFG BQ

Where to start? Chemo is over.  What a thing to be able to say. My first chemo session was on Wednesday 13th October. That both feels like the mere blink of an eye and a complete lifetime ago. Today is day 155. Five months and five days. My rough estimation is 800x tablets so far.  I've had a 42cm line in my arm pumping litre after litre of chemicals direct in to my chest turning my pee red within minutes, making me feel like a zombie and destroying my taste and stomach for days. I've gone from being fairly utterly riddled with bad, most terrifying shit in my neck and chest to being told I'm in complete metabolic remission. Clear.  It has been one hell of a ride.  It's something that I don't think I will ever truly be able to communicate properly, but the masses (ha!) are expecting a grand, last chemo blog so I'm going to give it a good go! Before we get to the final week, I had some fun with the final District Nurse visit last week. Now, I've had 11 visits...

At the very start of treatment, my biggest fear was *looking* like a chemotherapy patient. Of course, there is no shame in looking like that, it’s a borderline badge of honour for your body in fronting up to the poison that is being pumped around your body… but mannn, I really didn’t want to look like a chemo patient. So now, 141 days since the barrage of ABVD first began winging its way around my body, I look pretty chemo-y. Subconsciously, I’m doing my best to avoid mirrors. I sometimes manage it only brushing my teeth at the bookends of the day, giving myself a pat on the back in the process. But saying that, between those visits to the bathroom, I’m exclusively in two rooms - the kitchen/office and the lounge so it’s no great shakes. Although Teams is a pain, but somehow the light and angle can do me a favour - or I just pull my hat down and pop my collar up! (I won’t be one of those no camera dweebs though, even with chemoface). We took a photo of my hair the other day to record ...