PFT (Pulmonary function test) went perfect today. I have above average lungs ( ' They didnt need to test that, sure you can see it' said my Mam! all from you Mam, all from you) so they should be fine for chemo. Made an appointment for a wig on Friday, recruited my Mam and Sis to come for support. We'll make a day of it :) Have the heart stress test on Monday morning, the fertility specialist on Monday afternoon to talk through the egg freezing options that I dont have due to the urgency of chemo (seems a little futile no?!) Also, got my appointment for Chemo- 830am next Tuesday.
The news of the Chemo appointment (which I got while walking out the door from work) hit me hard for some reason. I knew it was Tuesday anyway, but the confirmation, with a time and place, made it seem more real. After a brief 'can this really be happening, panic, why me, panic, oh god, panic' spell on the way home I walked through my front door followed closely by two amazing friends, armed with new PJs, slippers, new trakkie bottoms, hoody, choccie and plenty of hand sanitiser to help get me through comfy and happy. We talked cancer, but mostly normal things. Upcoming weddings, upcoming babies, work, holidays, friends. Normal stuff. Just what I needed. I'm so grateful for everyone I have. If I'd have known that all I had to do to get friends home to visit from Oz was get cancer I would have done it years ago :) So far, every wobble I've had to my resolve, every moment of fear, sadness, panic, stress has been met by someone who instantly refocuses me and clears the fog bringing me back to strength. Thanks for the chats tonight guys xxx
In other news my precious furbaby is just back from the vet, armed with the worlds largest cone of shame having had the snip. Seeing him confused, scared and in pain is heartbreaking. Few days to nurse him back to health before I'm the patient myself and he's nursing me like only a loyal puppy can. Look at that sad puppy face. How could I feel sorry for myself looking at that?!!
The news of the Chemo appointment (which I got while walking out the door from work) hit me hard for some reason. I knew it was Tuesday anyway, but the confirmation, with a time and place, made it seem more real. After a brief 'can this really be happening, panic, why me, panic, oh god, panic' spell on the way home I walked through my front door followed closely by two amazing friends, armed with new PJs, slippers, new trakkie bottoms, hoody, choccie and plenty of hand sanitiser to help get me through comfy and happy. We talked cancer, but mostly normal things. Upcoming weddings, upcoming babies, work, holidays, friends. Normal stuff. Just what I needed. I'm so grateful for everyone I have. If I'd have known that all I had to do to get friends home to visit from Oz was get cancer I would have done it years ago :) So far, every wobble I've had to my resolve, every moment of fear, sadness, panic, stress has been met by someone who instantly refocuses me and clears the fog bringing me back to strength. Thanks for the chats tonight guys xxx
In other news my precious furbaby is just back from the vet, armed with the worlds largest cone of shame having had the snip. Seeing him confused, scared and in pain is heartbreaking. Few days to nurse him back to health before I'm the patient myself and he's nursing me like only a loyal puppy can. Look at that sad puppy face. How could I feel sorry for myself looking at that?!!
Aww ta birdy for the lovely post. You're deadly though. Loving ur amazing attitude.
ReplyDeleteHave to agree with your mammy about the lung comment. But seriously, great that your lungs will be strong.
Chatsies soon xxx