My worst day so far . . .

I had my first round of chemo on Thursday, and although I knew I was going to feel like utter crap I was nowhere near prepared for this. 

The sickness is one thing and that is being managed really well by the sheer amount of anti sickness medication I was given. 

The unexpected feeling of self pity and loneliness is a little harder to handle, no magic drug for that. I have spent most of the day either sleeping or crying.

Deep down I am determined not to let Stanley win but right now I'm ready to give up.

  • Hello Madimoo

    So sorry to read your post,   I have no idea of what it must be like as I was on the other side of the fence, loving and caring for someone with cancer.  I wish there was a magic wand to wave and make everything better so can only send you a strangers love down the internet and hope that your inner strength and resilience will help you through this dark time in your life and remember there are always rainbows.xxx

  • Hi Madimoo,

    Sounds like a bad case of the chemo blues - hang in there it will get better.

    Different type of chemo I know but I found I just wanted to sleep for about 24 hours after my infusions. I then gave myself a good talking to and forced myself to take the dog for a walk just to get out of the house. Easier than it sounds (it was mid-Winter) but I was going stir crazy and feared that I'd crack up if I didn't get out and get some exercise.

    Binge box set watching helped get my mind off things.

    Good luck

    Dave

    ps I also planned a holiday in India as a reward for getting through the Chemo and flew out the week after I came off it. Dreaming of being on a tropical beach really helped ;-)

  • Hiya, when my step father, and then my mum were ill with cancer symptoms, i went on the interent and listened to foereign music, A. because I didnt know what they were singing about but they soothed me, and B, because i felt that my family who passed send their music to me to keep me calm. It really helped me, so much, I even went to see my favourite singer two years after my mum passed, and actually got to hold the arm of the pop star who helped me overcome the death of my mother. I really do believe there is something up there. Once the person we love passes to the other side, they do send messages to us, but I am not a psychic person and have never believed in mediums, BUT every time I am going through a really difficult decision in my life, I see an identical car, to the one mum used to drive, even the same colour, so I know there is something up there. Loved ones do send signs to us, we just have to be awake and recognise that they are communicating to us in the only way they can.