I have been surprised how well I’ve felt following Humphrey’s removal and wondering when it would all begin to catch up with me.
Since diagnosis, I have been given a folder with leaflets and literature about different types of breast cancers, treatments, including chemo and radiotherapy, exercises, helplines and support, all of which have been useful, reassuring, and simple to understand.
I’ve gone into it all with an open mind, as I am convinced that because I have never been really ill, never had surgery and thus no after treatment before all this started, my body hasn’t a floor plan to fall back on or compare notes to as to how it should react.
I have completed 11 of my 20 treatments, which equates to 55%, and anticipated that I would start to feel the expected tiredness this week.
Hubby worked out the radiation levels and came up with these figures:
45 to 60 Gy, 1.8-2 Gy over 20 sessions, or fractions as they call them.
I’m afraid it means nothing to me, all I know is each treatment takes about 2 minutes and sometimes five times that long to line me up for it.
Hubby’s been a brick and let me sleep on in the mornings, so the tiredness has been kept at bay to a certain degree. But there is feeling tired, being knackered, or just plain exhausted, and I’m trying to work out which best describes me just now.
Many years ago I slept away almost an entire weekend, but then I was in my teens and had been burning the candle at both ends.
This is different and this tiredness is referred to as fatigue in my paperwork.
I feel heavy in my movements, can’t put my mind to anything and frustrated as hell because I don’t have the energy to do very much even if I could put my mind to anything! This in turn is giving me gigantic mood swings with Hubby in easy range of the firing line (bless him, he puts up with so much crap from me these days), and when I do finally get my act together, I get all hot and bothered because everything is such a damn effort!
It doesn’t help that either the radiation or my meds is interfering with my appetite (even if SW is on hold for a bit) and I’m bloody hungry all the time! Grrrrrrr!
Today I set myself a challenge as I wanted to find a home for one of the ten pound dash gifts I bought for Hubby which meant a little reorganisation of our shelving unit. I’ve already done posts on our little knick knacks, but can you see the latest addition?
Believe it or not, it took me over an hour to dust here today, but I managed to get everything back in eventually, including his gift:
Last night we played scrabble, and had two really good games, one bettering our best score to date. By 8pm I was shattered.
All I did was walk Maggie back from MSM’s house to the boat, and I was totally wasted.
Take pill, clean teeth, in bed by 8.35 and asleep by 8.45.
I slept off and on due to hot flushes, but when I woke up fully at 8.10, I felt rested.
Time to start the day as normal by walking Maggie.
Actually, she has had three Avenue walks today, so I am on course for my daily exercise.
I’m tired, but not to the extent where I need to go to bed for a power nap for an hour. I’m sure that will come later.
The lubed boob is still tinged blue, but developing a noticeable blotch of a tan. Every so often I get a needle-type twinge which is uncomfortable but doesn’t last or sufficient enough for me to reach for painkillers.
I’ve invested in an extension for the sports bras to give me just that little bit of extra room, especially at night when I’m restless due to my lousy body temperature control.
Five normal treatments next week. My final four the following week are boost treatments, concentrating on the area Humphrey made himself a temporary home.
Of all of them, those are probably the ones that are going to affect me the most and knock me for six.
But first I have two days off.
I’ve cleaned through the boat and we’ve done the week’s laundry (I even got the iron out of the boot because our tee-shirts were just a tad too wrinkly to get away without).
I’ve cooked one of the best sweet and sour’s for a while, and now we are sitting with our feet up to relax for the evening.