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Having long chats with Carol always uplifted me because, like me “ she was so relieved she felt better this time – not good, but better – and
both our bloods were better too... but having real problems with the rashes on the backs of our hands and having a very red, blotchy face... ...Jan phoned from the chemo suite asking what I was doing. I was
typing at the time of her call. “Are you feeling OK?” “Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“I think you need to get yourself over here, your blood cell count is incredibly low.”
“Honestly, I feel OK.” I did.
“Get yourself over here so that we can decide what to do with you.” I drove myself over and was seen by another consultant who wanted
me to stay in again. I stressed I was OK and my temperature was normal... they let me go home on the understanding I rang them if I did feel unwell or if I developed a cough.
Feeling bored I put my mind to being creative in the kitchen, trying to tempt my tastebuds back by cooking some proper tasty food. It didn’t work – everything still
tasted like lard”
Panic over!”
Feeling bored I put my mind to being creative in the kitchen, trying to tempt my tastebuds back by cooking some proper tasty food. It didn’t work – everything still tasted like lard.
March 7th: Round Three – Taxotere
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I didn’t have time to feel bad although I was experiencing many of the side-effects as before.
In the middle of the 3rd round we, of course, had the ‘Crazy Hats Day’ – it was A M A Z I N G!!!!! I was also invited to open the new PALS (Patient Advisory Liaison Service) Office at Kettering General Hospital as a thank you from them for the fundraising we were doing – and we were invited to a lovely garden party run by my namesake, Glennis and her husband, James, who lived at Orlingbury Hall and who I had known, through Mum and Dad, for years. Glennis ran a florists in Wellingborough with her daughter, Lisa, and wanted to support us. Furthermore, I had my first appointment with a plastic surgeon at Kettering Hospital to discuss whether I was suitable for a breast reconstruction; a face-to-face appointment with the Oncology Consultant, Dr Matthew, to discuss my future treatment and to ask his advice about my return to work; lunch with Des and Anne, not having seen them for a long time and many phone calls with Chemo Sue, even meeting up at her house. Life suddenly was busy!
Having lunch with Liz one day she suddenly whispered:
“Psst!”
She was keenly looking at me, moving her eyes up and down the top
half of my body.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, taking another mouthful of food. “Shhhh! Everyone’s looking!”
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