LFG BQ

Somehow, today is day *one hundred* since I finished chemotherapy and rang the bell. One hundred days. How on earth did we get here?  Never has anything felt simultaneously like yesterday and like five years ago.  So with that being said, getting to +100 days is something that I'm struggling to get my head around a little bit. I'm sure I'll get to it eventually, but the whole experience is already beginning to feel like a bad dream. There are genuinely some occasions when it dawns on me that I actually had cancer.  Oh yeh, that was fun. As I am sure the many long time readers (is 'fans' too egotistical a term at this juncture?) of this blog will have clocked, I haven't written anything for ages! Not since the immediate few days after my last round of chemo actually. Now, this sabbatical could be down to two things. It could be because 1) I can actually sleep now and no longer have time to kill between 3 and 5am most nights. So that's a big win. Or it could...

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...