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So far so good. In fact better than usual.
I got nine and a half hours sleep last night and got to stay in bed. And whilst I don't feel nauseous, I don't really feel like eating much, so I am hoping I can shed a few kilos.
I had a Solero for lunch and that was it. Which is basically me living my dream.
I got to stay in bed all day watching telly and playing video games and Catie is insisting I don't do any housework or childcare.
This is probably the greatest thing to happen to me in my 50s.
Oh, after the birth of my son.
I got to spend time in bed after my ball removal and the subsequent chemo, but neither of those were particularly pleasant. So far I am just a bit tired and not that interested in eating, though I do remember that I felt fine the first two days after my chemo in 2021, before then feeling nauseous and befuddled.
Weirdly if I think of foods I was eating back then or books I was reading or TV shows I was watching, they make me feel nauseous still. I don't think I could watch another episode of Tenable. And not just because it's not on any more.
I have been wondering if I should try eating some foods that I am keen to give up this week, in the hope I get the same reaction again. But I've mainly only eaten toast and Soleros. Please God, don't punish me further by making me feel like vomiting when I see a Solero. It's the only pleasure I have in life.
The treatment was much quicker today and they had the injection ready to go and whacked it in there much faster than yesterday too. Maybe they'd read my blog and were annoyed about me talking about inefficiencies. But to reiterate - I have no complaints and many compliments about the NHS staff, it's management and more specifically successive governments failure to modernise and improve that I am concerned about.
I wore a face mask for the first time since Covid. I was quite surprised to see how few people were wearing them in the cancer treatment waiting room. I can't be the only one who is having my immune system compromised, but I only saw two people with masks on.
I'd forgotten how annoying they are and how they mist up your glasses and make you a bit hot, but seems worth giving yourself that extra layer of protection. I know some people are furious about having their personal freedoms disrupted and don't think they should have to do something if it mildly inconveniences them. But feels like a bit of a Pyrrhic victory.
My daughter is a bit worried about me and tonight she came into my bedroom and performed Flo and Joan’s Save The Bees almost word perfect and with lots of pizzaz. I am very proud of my kids and will do all I can to be here until I am at least 75.
Whilst lockdown memories are of my kids dancing round the kitchen singing “The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow” this fabulous performance will be my memory of Cancer 2. Heart-warmed. Even though it’s pumping cancerous blood.
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