Chemo cycles

I’ve been thinking of writing for a while but there was always something coming up…. I was going to start before the chemo session to say how scared we both were. Graham even said “from all the session this one I’m scared the most of”. Me too. I wasn’t sure if the 25% reduced dose they did on cycle 6 was going to cumulate now and it all would go wrong. Cycle 7 was horrible in terms of Graham’s arm pain – he expected worse now. And I feared the seizures returning.

All the chemo cycles were different. There weren’t two the same. First cycle was probably less scary as we didn’t know what was coming. If I think now back to February/March this year, I really don’t know how I survived. I was so deeply depressed. I cried driving in the car. I almost had an accident. I didn’t see anything positive at all. It was truly horrible and black time. First cycle was difficult as he had full dose of chemo with all the regular antisickness medication and full dose of steroids. He had three seizures on Friday night after the treatment. They were horrible. Seizure one was about midnight then he went back to sleep, seizure two was about 1.5 hour later and he was slowly waking up from it and seizure 3 was later but he didn’t gain consciousness for such a long time that I did rung 111. They send an ambulance. One of my friends came at 2am in the morning to be with me and I’ll never forget that. The next day was meant to be Graham’s father and brother birthday party but Graham was nowhere near state to go. He slept the whole day after to regain energy.

Cycle 2 was the best from all I’d say. It didn’t affect his much at all. Apart from the neuropathy – as the Oxaliplatin is affecting Graham’s nerves badly. He has hypersensitivity to cold, cannot touch cold things. And has a risk of laryngospasm when breathing cold air (funny, the first cycle was in the middle of the biggest snow fall in UK in years). Graham’s arm hurt from the IV chemo.

Cycle 3 was bad again. He felt very very sick to the point he actually was physically sick – that’s the only cycle when it happened. He didn’t eat or drink much. And on top of it the chemo tiredness was strong. He was managing without any steroids or antisickenss medication as they all have epileptic fits as side effects. The seizures came back anyway, a bit later. Two in a row. Maybe only two as I did manage to keep him awake after the last one. Yet again my friend came and stayed with us.

Cycle 4…. was ok. I can’t remember anything significant from that one apart from that it was in the middle, so not the beginning not the end. It was dragging. The nausea was bad. Overall it wasn’t as good as cycle 2, but we got through it.

Cycle 5 was bad again. They started Graham on new antisickness medication which looked expensive to me. They did it because he wasn’t coping with the nausea without any medication. I checked and seizures weren’t one of the side effects on the new anti sickness. Hot flashes and seizures came back. They came in the evening the day after chemo. Two this time. The only one I haven’t witness myself but his brother was with me and actually second seizure happened next to him when I was at work. Yet again the rest from it took few days.

Cycle 6… reduced dose 25% was better. Sickness was still there, arm pain was still there. Neuropathy was getting worse. The pin and needles in the arm and tingling was still there and getting stronger.

Cycle 7 … the arm pain was unbearable and lasted soooo long. As Graham’s brother said Graham was “more vertical then horizontal” during it. It was almost the last one… ALMOST makes such a difference. So close but yet so far.

Cycle 8… now. the last one. Whatever happens you can think it’s the last time we feel like that. But the fear is there. And last time or not Graham still has to go through it. But it does help it’s the last one. LAST. I can’t believe we are almost there. For me it won’t be the end until the last tablet he takes.

But what next? Life is the same but everything has changed. Everything.

We live in a sea of troubles

It has been few days since I’ve last written. It’s been busy. It’s been emotional. There have been good and bad news. And that’s life I suppose. I’ve said many times that I would have not be able to survive through the last most difficult times in my life without my friends. It’s been mainly counselling which helped me to deal with my mind but it were friends who didn’t let me to give up and go insane. And sometimes it’s very difficult to have misunderstandings with the people who helped you the most. It is difficult to know how to deal with things. When is the time to reach out and time to wait. I suppose as a part of my generalised anxiety disorder I tend to try and resolve things there and then. I will message and reach out and over explain things just to be certain of the outcome. But it isn’t always a good way. And it is difficult for me to be accused of something I haven’t done (or rather when my actions were interpreted in a way I haven’t even think they would be). It’s difficult not to reach out and try to explain what happened. But not all people think like me. Some of them need time. Also sometimes outcomes are unpredictable (yes, I wish I could predict all things in life or see them coming as then uncertainty would go). But I can’t predict everything. Or in fact, I can predict very little indeed.

But I made a small progress. I didn’t read a menu before going to a restaurant (yes, I’ve always pre-read menu so I knew what I was having!). I also did go out one evening for couple of hours with a friend (which is a success as I haven’t done it in 7 months). I haven’t made any plans about a picnic before a zoo trip and made last minute decisions! It’s many small steps for me. I know it may sound ridiculous to someone but for me it is actually quite important.

I also realised I have two many hobbies and too little time. I started learning Spanish but haven’t finished. Or continued. I started sewing my quilt (I don’t think I’ve written about the quilt? it may need a separate post). I also bought myself painting with diamonds kit and decided to go back to drawing flowers but increase my technique by actually using watercolours….. you can’t really do too many things. Best is to concentrate on one. I should definitely start from the quit as that’s the longest awaiting project.

And on top of everything I also found out that mum has some health problems and I cannot go to Poland now. She may have a surgery in nearest future and I will try to go then. But now with Graham chemo I simply cannot leave him with children.

We did try a night without someone else in the house. I was stressed. But it all went ok. I was more stressed for my daughter – as when I was little, maybe 12-13 my mum used to go on trips abroad and leave me with dad who was drinking. He wouldn’t go to work and drunk 7 days straight to the point when he was crawling on the floor as he couldn’t walk. He would ask me to check on him if he is still breathing. I suppose that could add to my fear of seizures. But I do remember how I hated her going. So when I see my daughter being scared to stay with Graham I can see my fear in her eyes. But Graham is ill and not doing it on purpose and life has to go on. So I have made some arrangements which would notify me if something happens. I am also considering getting her a mobile phone to use under certain conditions only, just to make her feel safe.

And there is last chemo in 3 days. LAST CHEMO!!! We haven’t had seizures now for 8 weeks which is the longest. They tend to happen every other cycle 1st, 3rd and 5th so we thought the 7th would be the one.. but it wasn’t. So it could be that the reduced dose of chemo is too low to cause them. It could be that the anti epileptic drug is working. OR the chemo may build up and maybe they will happen after the last cycle. I don’t know. I also don’t know if me feeling better is all the techniques I learnt or simply the time…. and how would I react if it does happen. Would I be really stronger by all the techniques I learnt? or would I have a major major set back?

I don’t know. But I’m hoping to enjoy the next two days, one of which happens to be my birthday. And I’m just going to remember is it the LAST chemo.




I thought 2008 was a difficult year when in just over 12 months I become a wife, a mother and a fatherless child. It was tough.

But ten years later, in 2018 within just over six months I seem to become and expert in cancer, chemo, epilepsy and hamsters!

Who would’ve thought?

Mid June

Graham had his 6th chemo cycle last Wednesday. I have to say my anxiety was sky high knowing what does happen after last chemo. Especially that last time he started so well and then all of the sudden “crushed” down and had seizures and was unable to do anything for a week.

They have reduced his doze this time to 75%. He seemed to cope well. I’ve worked 4 nights and noticed that when I’m tired after nights my anxiety goes up.

It’s World Cup as well so we have 3 games in a row on TV now. At least he’s happy. At least I suppose the resting after chemo makes some sense. And I don’t mind. I’m not football fan but I like seeing him happy. Well at least as much as he can be.

It wasn’t all good, he still felt washed out and sick. And the over-sensitivity to cold is just awful. His hands and arms are aching all the time. He has pins and needles and cannot touch cold things as they give him electric shock. There is a risk it would never go away and his peripheral nerves would be destroyed forever. But we have 2 more cycles left.

It’s a strange situation. I was even told I may have Generalised Anxiety Disorder. I can explain to myself perfectly well all sensible answers. I can say there is NOTHING I can do. There is no point in worrying as it doesn’t change anything. I know that if things are all right I should take it as a gift and enjoy. But I worry that something bad may happen. Anything. I don’t even know why WHY I see seizures as something that BAD. It’s not pleasant but we come across many unpleasant things in life and kind of deal with it. It’s scary but I’ve seen 9 of them so I suppose it’s not new. I have a feeling if I let myself believe that things are better I’ll get very disappointed soon and then I’ll have another set back. And yes, I dealt with them before so I can deal with another one but I still feel anxious. I’m trying to work on the anxiety cycle and break it but it does take time. Sometimes I even worry a bit that I don’t worry. As I did have days I was actually calmer.

I certainly didn’t expect such a journey inside myself this year. I didn’t expect such a bumpy ride through life this year either. I’m at a bit of a numb point at the moment where I have really no idea which way it will all go. I also have hope and apparently it’s good to have hope but I don’t want to fall crushing down and get bruised again.


What’s happiness? Today it’s sunshine, new Pusheen cup and coffee, own grown strawberries and my cats 🙂

Today is chemo number 6. It’s 3 more to go but we know now what is coming. How much we didn’t want to go it’s even difficult to imagine. I’m anticipating the worst. But maybe this time I am prepared? I can’t quite work out if I feel better and stronger or I am letting myself fall into the false sense of security….

It is good apparently to find at least one positive in a day and mine are listed above.

What this chemo brings we will see. Hopefully whatever it is I can cope better.

End of May

So, we have had another month passing by. I would like to write a bit more often as I now decided what I’ll do is when the chemotherapy is over, I’ll actually put a link to this blog on my facebook page. As a sign a stage has finished. I cannot wait till the end of chemo. Not that it would end all our problems, but definitely some of them. It may not resolve anything. I actually was told and managed not to look pass the chemotherapy but I have no idea what the life will look like after that. I know pray for getting back to “normality” but… what the normality is???? there won’t be the usual normality. There will be a new one, which we’ll have to build again. Scary. But I don’t need new scary thoughts. Everything is scary.

What I need to do is tackle my anxiety. Unfortunately since last post things changed. I was very down. And up and down and up and down….. But I’m acting on it.

So, few things have happened…. I know one person is reading this blog and I need to refer to our conversation! sorry, but there was some truth in it: I’m going around same subject in circles and talking same old rubbish over and over again. So why is it so difficult? So, there are few things….

  1. I restarted counselling. I had a first session, but after 4 weeks break we needed to catch up with what’s been going on. My counsellor seems to think my fear isn’t about seizures as such but about me and managing them and believing in myself. Which yet again leads us to my childhood. I realised something sad. The counsellor asked me what do I worry about and the list was looooooong. And then she asked me – so who is worried about Agnes? About me? And I couldn’t find one name 😦 People say they do worry about me but I don’t believe them really. and it’s sad, isn’t it? That led me to research about childhood without love (as that does come from childhood) and I found an interesting article about unconditional and conditional love from parents. I seem to had conditional love, so basically I’ve learnt that I would be loved if I do what my mum wants. So now I do what other people want me to do and put themselves in front of my own needs. That unfortunately brings very low self esteem. And maybe I just simply don’t really believe in myself that I can manage that situation. Maybe I’m scared of myself.
  2. I will continue CBT therapy, but that’s not until next week. So no news about that.
  3. I have some self-help books about worry. The problems with books is that I do have them but I have not time to read! Or I’m not relaxed enough to concentrate on them. That’s a problem. But I’m intending to read and maybe reduce my anxiety.
  4. I started to search for similar people in similar situation. Well, I really should say people in similar situation. It proved hard. I called Epilepsy Action – they do have one group which meets up every first Tuesday of the month, but 40min drive from here. I’ll go there next week. I also called epilepsy society. I was encouraged by their helpline and the description they give on their website. They even had described a day from helpline advisor…. it sounded emphatic, helpful… but actually although they were nice and supportive – it wasn’t that helpful 😦 Maybe I’m working in the wrong profession, but I can hear that they cannot give any definites. So… I said, I would ike to know if life would ever be happy again. And while a friend would tell you – yes, of course, nothing lasts forever, they cannot say that. Probably in case you ring them back and sue them that they’ve promised something which hasn’t happened. And also they aren’t medically trained, so they asked me all that details but couldn’t really comment on them. I suppose it’s good to call and get it out of your chest but if you want something back, unless it’s a proper information about benefits, finance or things like that – they won’t help with emotions.
  5. I decided to plan days ahead not to be alone. Of course I can’t have someone here 24/7 but meeting friends helps. I’m not yet at the stage when I can bake cakes and serve them to friends. I’m hardly at the stage where I can clean the house 😦 It scares me somehow to have days off work and stay at home.
  6. What else? oh yes, I have a idea…. maybe if there isn’t any support groups in the area, I can start one myself? it’s of course a commitment… It’s something to think about. I don’t want to rush to anything just yet.
  7. I let myself plan things for after chemo. So, here we go. An afternoon tea in a posh hotel in the area to celebrate end of chemo 🙂 then a night out in the central London – with theatre to celebrate my birthday and out 10th wedding anniversary. A dinner out with in-laws and brother in law to say thank you for all the help. Actually maybe we can take them to the afternoon tea? that’s a possibility. And a day out in London again, to take my girls to Madame Tussaud’s and London Eye… and finally a week in Cornwall 🙂

So, there are the points. The practicality though is that I’m sitting here, distracting my attention with writing this blog and I wonder all the time – is another seizure going to happen? How am I going to cope? Hmmmm maybe I’ve just said it. How AM I going to cope.

Life goes on and has to go on. I cannot change them. I cannot change what’s happening. Well, I can try – medication and all I’m doing above. But overall once the cards are played, we can’t really change the deal. So we should make the most of it. I’ve got in touch through Facebook with people who care after people with seizures and people who have seizures. So, they all talk about anxiety, but not the same as mine. I’m afraid of seizures while they are afraid of their loves one hurting themselves and not taking medication etc. It’s good to notice that. Also some just live their lives and say they don’t allow the epilepsy to rule their lives.

My pattern at the moment seem to be I’m feeling ok-ish, then especially in the evening my anxiety rises up. so I’m trying distraction techniques. Then the more time passes the better I feel until another seizure happens when I got completely down again. So the main thing is work on the anxiety I think as I can’t really stop them happening.

And a good thing would be to think of our relationship. As it looks like I’m taking all the attention on myself. But really it’s Graham going through the horrible part. He is suffering on chemo and he is actually having seizures. Then not only he feels ill, but also he feels guilty as he can see how it all affects our family. And he needs me. And that thought actually is helpful, that he is relying on me and trust me enough to put literally his life in my hands. So I have to keep it all up and going for him and for the children.

Another month down the line…

So, they are very sporadic blog entries. But I’m actually glad I’ve written them. I just read it from the beginning and it has an overall theme of being scared of seizures and hating the chemo and possibly it will just stay that way till the end of chemotherapy or maybe till the end of everything. I don’t know. But I can see some improvements too. I can see that the setbacks still occur but are shorter. I can see that the overall feeling of being down is shorter.

What’s happening now. Well…. We are 5 months down the line. When I read back about starting the first chemo…. omg time does go on!!! unbelievably but it does. Graham just had cycle 5! But although over half way through…. the road gets steeper and steeper. The oncology consultant did warn us about that. She said cycle 5 and 6 are the worst. She did say chemotherapy cumulate and it gets worse and worse. Overall Graham seem to be working in odd cycles – cycle 1, 3 and now 5 were the worst. Cycles 2 and 4 seemed ok. Well bearable at least. The seizures are still happening. Which is annoying as we have like 5 or 6 weeks breaks. Ok, break is nice. I wouldn’t want them happening any more often then that. But still, it kind of leads to relax and believing maybe we’re over the worst and then bum! it comes back with revenge. I do keep a diary of the seizures, but I can’t see anything in common for them 😦 apart from that all but first two happen on the first week of IV chemotherapy when Graham feels the worst. I wish I could say they all happen at sleep but two hasn’t. So annoying. I wasn’t completely alone this time. The seizure happened in the afternoon, my children witnessed it and my older one is now petrified, scared, can’t sleep or eat very well. My younger was scared but she sat next to me next to Graham and was trying to help by talking calmly to daddy – that was soooo sweet! My brother in law arrived shortly after and he was actually witnessing the second seizure which happened same evening. I was at work. It’s the first time someone else was there when it happened and my brother in law did call me to say “now I understand what you meant, they are horrible to watch”. This sentence meant to much! as I thought I  was just some sort of freak that I had such a terrible time to go through it. They are awful to watch. I tried to record it but felt like an idiot to record someone at their lowest and most vulnerable. I only tried to record it as Graham asked me few times to do it. Unfortunately my hand was shaking so much that I miss pressed the record button and had only 1sec of recording which is nothing.

Me… well. I finished my counselling. It did help but it feels like it opened a Pandora box and left it opened, and without a closure. So I contacted the lady to see if I can maybe pay for a few sessions to end few subjects. We explored my childhood and some of the things we discovered, like that my childhood would actually qualified to be called abusive – is a bit difficult to get used to. I also completed my CBT online course which actually I did’t like at all. They put me on a waiting list for a telephone one to one therapy but shortly after I was told I was allocated a face to face sessions! I had one which was good 🙂 I also read that apparently you should never ever do counselling and CBT at the same time…. as they contradict each other and make more confusion… oh well.

Friends and family are still a blessing. Well….. mostly friends actually. My family decided to add to the problem and instead of helping my brother keeps ringing me drunk and talking about him completing a suicide as he cannot cope with the relationship he has with mum….. I mean I can understand as I’ve just explored my childhood and he had a very similar one… but he’s 45! Alcoholism isn’t an answer. So on top of everything else I’m worried about him now.

I had a set back again after two last seizures. I felt desperate. I texted everybody possible I could text last night… I felt so down and so lonely. So annoyingly I do feel like other people problems seem so much easier to cope then mine. I’m jealous of people travelling and having good time. It’s wrong I know. I’m embarrassed of feeling that and I’m embarrassed of being so weak. I’m embarrassed of getting people attention and how desperate I am to get help. I have a week off work and instead of feeling happy I’m scared how I cope at home.

BUT on the positive I don’t feel completely down or anxious. For the first time I do feel on the edge – between feeling completely useless and feeling I’ll never be able to cope and a feeling – I can do this if I want to have normal life again.


So….. it’s been a difficult week. It’s been another difficult week I suppose, but this one filled up with emotions and thinking. I was supposed to make it more of a “proper” blog full of photos of my recent bakes and cooking skills but …. I forgot to take a photo of the cake I baked and then I had a major setback.

I suppose my life has changed completely since 30th December 2017. It was difficult to manage with Graham being in the hospital and juggling the work, home kids and looking after him, the everyday trips to hospital. Even not for a moment then I thought it would be cancer and he would start epileptic fits. Even if the cancer went through my mind, I would have never ever ever in million and trillion years expect the epilepsy. I thought life was difficult in December/January…. but it became worse.

I can’t explain the feeling I had. I was petrified of seizures. I can cope with cancer, chemo, side effects and moods…. but seizures, their unpredictability scared me. I desperately searched for help which actually turned out more difficult that I expected. Mental health care isn’t easy accessible. Maybe in different counties… I don’t know. I have received help now but I actually has never been formally diagnosed with anything. I felt down and alone and petrified. Life lost it’s meaning. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. I felt like running away, leaving it all. I hated every moment of what was happening. It was a dark place. Everything seemed confusing, out of control. You can’t just “get on with it”, you can’t just search for tips online or call Samaritans. There is no energy to carry on with houseworks, cooking seems a chore. Having bath seems a chore. Dealing with children is actually an impossible task. But I did carry on going to work as it was my only escape from home. At work I could be myself, not a carer, even working as a nurse. I was free from the constant, CONSTANT worry about my husband.

When we had the 6 weeks seizure free period I started to believe things were improving. I let myself to fell into the false sense of security to believe it. I felt happier… and then Graham had another two seizures. He had one first, in his sleep as usually and I let him sleep… as firstly I was worried he would be tired but also I thought I’d see if he remembers what happened in the morning. But he went to sleep after his seizure and had another one about 1.5hours later, exactly the minute I decided to lie down and switch off the light and get back to sleep. So I had no sleep that night, nor I had any sleep the night after as any movement he made woke me up. Neither I had any sleep a night before as I was working. So after 3 nights no sleep I wasn’t a real human being. But things got gradually worse. Things got worse even when I went to work and thought I’d relax. I didn’t. My anxiety grew bigger and bigger, I had a feeling something horrible is about to happen to my kids, to me to the world. I don’t know. Just a horrible feeling of being stressed all the time, worried all the time at the back of my head about everything.

I had a counselling session that week. I thought it wasn’t particularly helpful at first, but it drew my attention to something. It’s a complicated issue reaching back to my childhood… but I realised after the session couple of things. Firstly generally I realised that the voice in my head is my mum. All the doubts I ever had and all the times I felt unsettled in my life was my mum and my upbringing. But that’s a subject for a completely another story. The other thing I realised was the fear. I had that fear in my and maybe everybody does to some extend, a fear of scary things. A fear of the inhuman, cruel, bad things. Things out of control. And I realised whenever I was scared of something I used to run away from it. I don’t usually conquer my fears. And then I realised that’s the exactly the same fear I was feeling. But wait a minute, I was scared of driving and I do drive now…so it is possible to overcome your fears. I talked to myself to calm down. I tried to reason. I stop denying the fear and accepted it. I tried to accept the situation. I tried to accept it is horrible, it is happening, I am afraid, it is difficult and it will be difficult for a while yet.

This fear – it is my nemesis.

When I tried to tame the fear it seemed smaller. I still haven’t yet slept a night in my house to see it in practice, but I calmed down and lost the overall feeling of anxiety. I realised that life do goes on. Yes, seizures happen and yes they are at the moment the central focus of our lives, but life do go on. There are things happening between the seizures, they are children to look after and watch growing up. There are things which still make us happy.

And mostly I do have to work out a strategy to deal with what’s happening. I need a plan in place. I need to prepare myself if seizure happen that’s it, I won’t sleep the night, I’ll become a nurse on duty. I prepared myself something I like doing, I decided I’d update this blog if need to, maybe  do colouring, watch a film.. I don’t know. I’ll occupy myself not to think but be able to treat Graham as my patient. This strategy is yet to be put into practice but…. it’s something isn’t it. It’s something more constructive than just being afraid.

I also signed up for a epilepsy awareness course, and tried to get some help from Bucks Carers. I don’t know if it’s all going to work. I don’t know how it is all going to work. But let’s give it a go.


And yet all of that wouldn’t be possible without friends.

I’m very lucky to have such a lovely absolutely lovely friends. I cannot even express in words how much they’ve done to me. I wouldn’t exist and keep going without them. I’m not going to name them here, but if you ever read it – thank you. I’ve said it personally many times. But friends make it possible.

At the beginning I was overwhelmed with the help I was offered. I would never go through that time without support. Never. And I know when the time goes, people have their own things and lives… but there are still few who are there.

There is a Polish saying, which I’m not sure I can translate correctly but it says: “Friend is who stays when everybody else leaves” and that’s true. Friends stay. You know if someone cares. It’s not about naming what they’ve done. It all counts. From evening conversations via What’s app, through coffees and endless chats about the same stuff over and over again, through coming to see me in the middle of the night and helping. It all counts. A little message every now and then to ask how you feel. Listening. Understanding. Advice. It all really very counts.

Chemo is a bitch

So, it’s been long time since last post. I started this blog thinking it would help to off-load my emotions into the virtual space, where probably nobody would ever read it. And it does help, but in the middle of all of the events I didn’t even have time to write.

A lot has happened. And nothing changed at the same time. We are still going through chemo. It’s still cancer. He still have seizures.

But… it’s spring now. The sun is shining finally. Even if not inside, definitely outside. I have better and worse days. I still have the fear in my heart. So, last entry was 5th March…. it was shortly after the 3 seizure night. I was in a very very very bad place then. I can’t remember exactly when things happened, but I started online CBT course. That I still continue but it’s not very helping. I think overall to manage worry and anxiety would be good. And I’m sure some tips can be useful and worth remembering. But… it hasn’t helped in this situation much. Maybe it gave me an illusion that I was doing something??

I’ve seen GP and started antidepressant. I wasn’t a complete believer in antidepressants before, but I was desperate. They do work. It did help. It took the edge out of things. But you need to have a good one, I tried one before and it made me feel horrible. The side effects weren’t worth it. It gave me suicidal thoughts. The one I’m taking now makes me slightly numb…. like I cannot feel extremes. I haven’t got panic attacks anymore. And for a while I felt pretty good until the seizures happened again. Then I questioned if my dose was enough as although no panic attacks, I still have the fear in me. And the anxiety.

I started counselling. That’s really helpful! At first I haven’t been sure where this would go. We started from exploring childhood etc But things started to fit into one piece. I can see connections, what has shaped me. I can be more critical to what I’m thinking and saying and why I do that. We also talked about seizures and it helped to tame them a bit. They are like a beast…. they need taming.

But one things hasn’t changed… chemotherapy. My husband had adjustments… change of anti sickness medications, reduced steroids. But chemo is still a bitch. Yes, it kills cancer. It’s out only chance, but it’s a bitch. I can’t describe how it feels to have it but I can say that watching someone going through it is horrible. It takes all the energy out. It makes you sick. It has an impact on all the family. It is a root of the fears. I know he hates it with passion. 8 cycles. 8 intravenous doses of drug. 112 days of tablets. 1344 tablets to take. We are on round 3, not even half way and it already makes it soooo difficult to see through and past it. You are washed out, you are sick, you have hypersensitivity to cold. Pins and needles all the time. You are fed up. You are agitated. You are tired. You are there but you are absent. Life goes by – you want to take a part but can’t.

But we are warriors. We fight to get to the light in the end of the tunnel. To live. To travel, to go and eat in a Michelin star restaurant. To see our daughters growing up. To have grandchildren. We fight to live.