The start of chemotherapy
They began my chemotherapy on Thursday. It was strange and felt quite surreal. I didn’t feel particularly ill, but yet I was confined to this room and being given 30 or so tablets to take morning, noon and night.
During the second week of chemo, I reacted. It didn’t happen instantly. I began by getting colder and colder until I was having convulsions. They decided that my body wasn’t reacting too well to the treatment and was too weak to take any more.
It had to be put on hold. I became more and more poorly and developed a number of infections: in my arm from a cannula, in my bowel and in both my lungs. I had to take morphine for the lung infection as the pain was too much to take.
The moment Dr Salla had mentioned leukaemia, I’d lost my appetite. I had now eaten next to nothing for weeks and my weight was decreasing. The doctors were obviously worried as I was barely getting out of bed. It was getting closer to Christmas and I didn’t want to be in hospital for it.