May Contain Nuts

Another Thursday without chemotherapy. This is such a weird feeling. I know I only had 12 weeks of weekly treatment, but it’s still a strange concept to be having treatment and not having to go to the hospital every Thursday. 

I feel so much better this week. My breathing is not so laboured and I’m not so breathless when doing things. I have even suggested to Simon that we go for a walk on Monday. I know! A day out with a slow walk. Who even am I?! 

My week has been filled with seeing people, which has been lovely. I have felt more human and part of the world outside. 

Monday, Gary made a lovely Mexican lunch for Karen, Hannah and I, and we watched Muriel’s Wedding. Tuesday, Faye and Jo popped in with coffee and croissants, and we had a good old work catch up. Wednesday, Jackie came in for tea and biscuits, and James came in with his lunch and natter in the afternoon. I was hoping the district nurse would arrive before Jackie did, but Emily did well to make conversation with Jackie whilst I had my picc line cleaned. Today, Penny came in for a long overdue catch-up, but I felt like I did most of the talking about my diagnosis and barely asked her about what’s happening with her and the family. I will rectify that by inviting her out for coffee in a couple of weeks. 

Speaking of picc lines, I woke up this morning to find that it had leaked. I knew the district nurse had rushed things a bit as it didn’t feel like the area had fully dried when she stuck the cover on. It’s leaked out the bottom and stuck to the sleeve. The district nurse had said to me to call if it leaked again, so I did. Waited most of the day for a district nurse to arrive, but the call I got was from another nurse who told me to call the picc nurses if it’s leaking. So that’s where I am going tomorrow.