I had my second cycle of chemo treatment last Monday and by Friday I went out for the day, thinking that this one was easier than the first. But this weekend I've felt rubbish. My oncologist gave me 3 extra days of steroids to help with the nausea and I had one night where I had terrible nightmares, unable to sleep and have felt rough and sick for two days. I phoned the nurses and they said don't take the last steroid tablets, so maybe it was just a bad reaction to them. The outcome is I've felt depressed all weekend, sorry for myself and wondering how I'm going to survive this! And then I feel guilty for my lovely man who is trying so hard to support this grumpy person.
Looking in the mirror with a fuzz of hair and one breast doesn't help either!
I realise that I am more lucky than lots of people on this site and that hopefully my prognosis will be good, it just gets to you sometimes, the anxious living in fear.
With kindness,
Silver
