hospital – The BooBee Journey

Treatment 2 – The measles one

So here I am for treatment number 2, the soldiers are back in my body and on their cancer finding mission.

It has been an interesting couple of days with a measles outbreak in Bunbury hospital. This means more hoops and complications (as if chemo isn’t enough). N95 masks for patients and surgical masks for support people. Feels like Covid all over again.

Back to my hair…..my moulting got worse and worse until on Saturday I filled the plug hole in the shower. I questioned the cold cap and wondered whether it was best to just get on with what seemed like the inevitable. Just shave it off and be done with it. The clippers came out and I burst into tears. My husband pointed out that although I had lost a lot, I still had enough. There are no bald patches, it is just thinned. We decided one more try of the cap.

I walked into the oncologist’s office this morning and the first thing she said was “Wow, look at your hair, you must be using the cold cap”. Ha, so it is working!!

We did it again and what a difference. I realise now my hair was so thick at the first treatment, the cold cap didn’t feel that bad because I had a layer of insulation!! At this treatment it felt much colder (but I still coped fine). Hopefully this means a better result…… and I ended up with icicles!!

Icicles and lots of hair left in the cap 😥

Again, I didn’t find the treatment too bad. Having the cold cap makes it a much longer day and they were under the pump in the unit so running behind. But that’s ok, we had plenty to do. We started planning a birthday party, had a visit from a colleague and chatted about the kids. I tried to snooze at one point but there was too much background noise (like people talking to family on speaker phone 😳).

And…….. we found the crazy hat. We still do not understand what it is or how you are supposed to wear it, but it makes us laugh so hard….. and when you are sitting in a chemo ward, laughs are hard to come by.

Watch out for the Dumbo look at treatment 3.

Now, I just take it easy for a few days and let the soldiers do their thing. I can preempt some of the side effects this time so it should be a bit easier. And the good news…… 2 down, 2 to go……. half way 🎉

Here I go….. Treatment 1

It’s only 3 months of my life. 4 cycles of treatment. I can do this.

This morning I woke, and keen to follow all instructions I went for a walk around the block. With each step I felt stronger and more determined. I wanted to keep walking, if I could have walked to Bunbury, I would have! But I needed to get home and get steroids in, step two in the process.

My chemo buddy arrived to a stressed house. I was very anxious and rushing about the house with everything half done. Of course this was rubbing off on the other family members. Things were tense, but chemo buddy managed to diffuse the situation and get me sorted.

We headed to Bunbury. Once in the hospital I actually relaxed. I guess being a medical person, and being treated in a hospital I have worked in for many years, it was familiar and I felt safe. Probably the complete opposite to the average patient. I saw people I knew and got hugs in the hallway.

Early on, we got to have a great laugh trying on the free headwear. We really weren’t sure what this one was about or how it should be worn but agreed it looked like something out of Star Wars.

Once in the treatment bay, things got underway quickly and I am remaining calm and comfortable throughout. The dreaded cold cap is absolutely fine, it seems all those tight swim caps and winter lagoon swims were good preparation.

As I sit here with the second drug running. I can say this isn’t as bad as I thought. I think the hard part will be over the next few days when I really start to feel the effects of the drugs, but at least I know I can bear the cold cap and I am doing the best I can to hold onto some hair. But, if it goes it goes.

Thank you for all your kind wishes and messages of support over the last few days. These give me strength during this challenging time.

I’ve got this, and with the help of family and friends I will come through this stronger and wiser. Soon it will be a distant memory.

Keeping it real

Be warned, this one will be funny and there will be swear words. If you happen to have stitches anywhere at the moment, hold on to them so as not to split them.

What the actual fuck??!!!

Please tell me you all know I’m on drugs right?!!

As the clouds lift, it has just occurred to me how much garbage I have been spilling, both verbally and written. I scrolled back on one group chat and saw a message I have no recollection of sending. It wasn’t a bad one but enough for me to wonder what I have been writing and saying.

As far as the blogs go, they make sense and I standby what I have written. The last one in particular, has drawn a lot of comments and was absolutely a break through. I only got one thing wrong. I didn’t need to get breast cancer or have an asthma attack to find my trauma…….. I needed to get high!!! Drugged to oblivion.

So tonight I am here to say, if you got a very strange message from me at any point, please please ignore it or at least put it in perspective. Or if I chewed your ear off with a tidal wave of me explaining my new insights, the me who seemed to know and understand everything about myself………. Perspective.

I am no superhero with super healing powers. Even until 3pm today I thought I was. But alas, I am a normal woman who received a shitty diagnosis and is trying to make the best of her situation.

My positivity hasn’t changed with this latest revelation and I will still kick this thing to the kerb but I have been behaving like a dementia patient that has the odd moment of clarity. You never know which bit is real!!!

Believe the blogs. I’m not sure about the rest, if it helps you to believe it, then be my guest. If nothing else, I can write. Maybe it was all spot on… I don’t know. I’m just not quite as amazing as you all think.

But hell….. those drugs are.

Next time (of course there won’t be a next time), Andy please take my phone away until at least day 4. And Andy, what you have sat through….. you deserve a medal. I suspect you are the only one who knew quite how high I actually was.

Again, everyone I’m sorry.