Chemo can cause hair loss and for a woman, this can be devastating. Julie knew she would lose her hair after her very first chemo but had a positive attitude that it was only hair and that if losing it meant she was getting the best treatment, then so be it. Luckily, thanks for Leah’s mum in law (thanks Bev), she came upon a hairdresser, also a fellow cancer sufferer, who supplies specialist “new hair” and Julie was thrilled with hers. So good, we didn’t know she had it ….. such a confidence boost at what could be such an emotional time.
Up to London for an overnight stay before hitting the Royal Marsden at 8 am. Not sure what to expect but soon realise there is a well oiled plan in place!
So they certainly know how to get things done here, Julie’s already had a pre-check to fill out forms, a blood test (results in 90 mins) and is now in having a heart echo. Next stop, a chat with a doctor then chemotherapy if all is good to go.
I have the utmost confidence in the teams here, there seems to be an air of belief wherever you go and whoever you see.
Bloods first, followed by seeing the doctor, followed by chemo – that’s the order of the day apparently!
Julie wasn’t particularly apprehensive, she was just glad to finally be starting her treatment. The young nurses in the chemo suite are fantastic and although Julie’s veins will not give up for the cannula to be inserted for the chemo, they’ve brought out a container of hot water to soak her arm to allow easy access. Finally in and chemo under way – Doxorubicin, a bright pink fluid, looking like something out of a sweet shop. Tickles Julie when she’s told not to panic when going to the loo as she willbe peeing bright pink!! Lo and behold, so she did!!!
So, first chemo under our belt and trusting it will do the trick.
So I’m sitting here after travelling to London to be with Julie while she undertakes another round of tests only this time coupled with a dose of chemo.
I feel so very helpless because the marriage vows we took still said in sickness and in health … I’m relatively healthy and she’s extremely sick.
We went for an Italian meal and have smuggled in a bottle of wine from Waitrose to our grotty hotel room. We couldn’t get a room at our usual Premier Inn as we didn’t know about the hospital visit early enough to book a room. We will NEVER stay here again, believe me!! By the way, have any of you seen these strange Londoners who wear a black sheet and a pair of sunglasses .. ow, Julie has just said I can’t say that about our foreign visitors!
You know the thing that has struck me on the way here by train is … mainly because I drive, we are surrounded by the most stupendous countryside. On the journey up there are fields, trees, rivers, castles, cows, sheep, donkeys and birds. You may think this was the first time I have seen any of these but your would be wrong, I grew up in the countryside surrounded by sea in Polperro, Cornwall.
When your best friend, the love of your life is very ill, your whole outlook on life changes…you both realize how precious your family, loved ones and time is……..