At last, I’ve been given some clarity.
I’m scheduled to have chemotherapy.
They’ve shown us the scans
And worked out a plan
And I don’t need radiotherapy.

I’m bouncing and walking on air
For there’s hope where there once was despair.
It’s a positive view
We’ve a lot to get through
Though the downside, I might lose my hair.

We all know a girl’s hair is everything
Only topped by a diamond engagement ring.
My Mum’s hair is curly
My is Dad is a baldy
It seems I am going to take after him

It’s a small price to pay for a cure
Say goodbye to my precious coiffure
My hair will get thinner
I’ll be a dead ringer
For Telly Savalas for sure

Now the stress of these weeks has abated
And I am suddenly feeling elated
It was awful not knowing
With all the foreboding
All I needed was to be updated

I am going to savour some wine
I’ve not drunk for a very long time
I’ll eat with great zeal
My favourite meal
My appetite’s back – it’s sublime!

 

The Power of Knowledge

This is the strangest thing. I know I’m in for a shitty time, because let’s face it, chemotherapy is a big deal, but the fact that I now know what is going to happen to me has left me with a feeling of relief.

I did ask the question of my Oncologist, what would happen if I decided NOT to have chemotherapy.

She told me I’d have 9 months, tops. Well, that certainly put everything into perspective.

However, I have a curative diagnosis with chemo and surgery.

That’s it then. It’s a no brainer.

She is lovely and kind and I feel like a huge weight has lifted. 

I’m suddenly starving!