More sad diatribe I guess:
My mum’s got her first set of bloods tomorrow post-starting chemo. She had her first of six lots two weeks ago now. The symptoms from having it have actually been the same as her illness prior to treatment so it is hard to tell at the moment what is what. Though she’s already ended up in hospital once for low BP. She’s not been exactly “with it” lately, but hard again to know if that’s the cancer or the cure. Both, I assume.
They put her on steroids for the week after the first treatment and for the first time in six months she had something of an appetite too, which was really nice to see.
She thinks her hair has started falling out and she’s getting very tired already. I have this pit of dread thinking about how this is all going to be going forwards. We have three months of this yet to go.
My uncle that I posted about being ill, he died two weeks ago now. It is nice he’s no longer in pain but my aunt’s just devastated, they were together for nearly 50 years. The funeral is on Thursday. (So apparently funerals take forever here to organise? So I’ve been told by people who have lived abroad, idk.) My mum doesn’t know if she can go. She’s meant to be avoiding heavily populated areas because of the immune-suppression issues, but she said she’ll ask her doctor tomorrow.
I don’t know if I want to go to the funeral if she’s not there. I feel like without the reminder of her being there alive I’m going to get caught up in awful thoughts of how this could be her in a few months.
