CYCLE 6 DAY 21 (LAST DAY)

So this is it, the last day of the last cycle of chemo. My brave cycle 6 toothbrush joins its compatriots to be replaced with a new “fingers crossed” brush. No more steroids, the last were this morning and in a small act of defiance there will be no steroids tonight, so that’s it. Now I will see what steroid withdrawal will bring. Go me!

So it might be the end of chemo but not the end of hormone stripping, so I was up early to move my car of the drive and not long afterwards I was walking down to the GP surgery clutching my Firmagon to myself. The nurse and I exchanged new year pleasantries as I loosened my clothing enough to give access to my belly fat. A quick consult of the notes and we establish its going into the right side this time. The nurse makes the injection up and because it is quite viscous it takes a while to empty the syringe into me. A quick elastoplasts applied and I am done for another month. We book my next set of bloods into the dairy and I am on my way. I return home and begin to check my diary arrangements for the week. Yes my meeting in Sheffield is on, so I confirm my hotel. I send dates for other possible meetings. I set to and tidy up the house, emptying bins and the like. I order something for the civil partnership day and then I go for a late breakfast at the village café. I read a few pages of Good Omens and listen to young man being guided through what appears to be a criminal examination form. I wasn’t that interested in the content I was fascinated by his appalling handwriting, it was far far worse than mine, which is saying something. I returned home and changed the cars around from garage to drive and vice versa and readied myself to go into the oncology unit to get rid of my sharps bucket and collect the raffle prize I had won. This went amazingly smoothly with no wait at the car park, so I was out in a matter of minutes clutching a heat shaped container with cosmetic products in it. Very me, but my skin is smooth enough right now.

Home and my injection site is beginning to feel sore so at three o’clock I decide to have a hot bath. It’s cold outside and raining so I feel happy to lob a bath bomb into the bath and get ready to lazy. I sit for ages in the hot and foamy water reading Good Omens, during which my eldest returns from work. Eventually once I have reached the crinkly stage I get and come to the computer to write some of the blog. Tonight the photographer is coming tonight to discuss our requirements for the 24^th. He is deaf so will be accompanied by someone who will act as is ears. So it will be an interesting evening, especially as I shall be missing a live football match on TV. So my aim is to get through the meeting with the photographer and get to bed early. Last night was full of hot flushes and some really nasty nightmares. I wonder where my unconscious gets some of its ideas from but I am sure I’ve never consciously had the desire to skin a monkey alive. Nasty and not something that is conducive of sleep.

Tomorrow it becomes the “fingers crossed” stage. Go me again!