Dee's Blog Bit

This morning, so far, has consisted of phonecalls.. 

Whilst attempting to eat breakfast, a nice chap from The Royal Marsden London hospital called, to talk to me about the POSH study (The Prospective study of Outcome in Sporadic versus Hereditary Cancer) I've agreed to take part in.  Hopefully it'll be able to be done through the hospital I go to (Derby), rather than trawling all the way down to London.

Then, whilst still attempting to eat breakfast, my breast care nurse called, to see how I'm doing and to ask if I'd heard anything else on the Herceptin front.

Anyway, I've finally managed to eat brekkie, and was just about to get ready to go to the hospital for my zapping session, when I realised my appointment's half an hour later than I thought it was.

I received my 'Sniff Petrol' calendar this morning.. it's great!  The folks over at www.mg-rover.org  made a 'charity calendar' for me (to either help fund my Herceptin treatment, or to go to a chariry, should the PCT fund my treatment).  The calendar can be seen/ordered here.. http://www.mg-rover.org/sniff_petrol/  

Right, I'd better be off to get myself sorted out for this radiotherapy thang.. It looks cold out there again, this morning

Two radiotherapy sessions down, 28 to go!

Yesterday, as I was sat waiting for the lady before me to be cooked, I saw the 'Radiation on' sign light up, and had to stop myself running out of the place.
I was dreading radiotherapy, more than I ever dreaded chemo. I don't know why.
I know both chemo and RT can do horrible things to you, and it seems bizarre logic to me, to treat cancer with things that can cause cancer. I'm sure they'll find out one day, that we've been making a terrible mistake by doing this.

I didn't make a run for it anyway.. I went in, got zapped, came out and felt like bursting into tears for a few hours afterwards.
Todays was ok. I didn't feel like doing a runner, and I didn't feel like bursting into tears.

Wow, I've been so lazy with this blog.  People have been emailing me to see if I'm ok, and I am.. I have no excuse, other than laziness!

Well, what's happened since my last blog entry.. lets' see..

I had my final chemo (hopefully forever) on 21st December.  Had a nice christmas, and some wonderful christmas gifts.  My convertible car, which I love to bits, is now fully paid for, thanks to my family.

I had a fantastic new years eve, with my friends.  We got drunk, laughed, cried and fell over!

I've had a good few relatively 'normal' weeks since my lasy chemo, and my hair's growing back.. now radiotherapy's about to start (tomorrow), so here endeth my life for the next six weeks!

I managed to escape reality for the weekend though, when I went up to Scotland with a bunch of people I'd never met before, to go to someone's party, who I'd never met before!

We all got on really well.. got very drunk, fell over, and had an absolutely fantastic time.  I think I laughed more this weekend, than I have for the whole of the last year.. and I have my friends to thank for that.  I think I may have made a bit of an arse of myself, but I really don't care, because I had such a great weekend!

I'm planning on throwing myself out of a plane for charity, hopefully this summer, with the folks I went up to Scotland with!