The Call

So today I got the call from le hospital to say that there was a bed in the hospital waiting with my name on it... this is like the first stage before u get into the ward for ur specific treatment.


So i was like "great... my wee break is nearly over" then they rang back and said that another person took the bed and that i was put back on the waiting list (my wee heart was v.happy at this)


Only to get another phone call and be told that my hickman line date has been made for this tuesday (basically once that is in they ring a few days later and bring u in....)


The hickman line is inserted into ur chest while the surrounding area is froze but u can see them bring the lines into ur heart and across under ur skin....


I don't really mind the whole getting it done because i can hack that... it more a new thing in my chest that is only secured by two wee tape things and for someone who sleeps on their chest i wil now have a week of sleepless nights until i get used to it....


On another note I wil then be confined to that stupid room for 3 weeks and may not be allowed out due to isolation....


As the sayin goes "it can only get better" Right?
xo

Thee Break & Tea with Dr.K

So in totally from Feb to June I got two cycles of chemo... I have been on my "break" as the hospital folk call it for a month now and as it is ending in a couple of weeks I wanted to post about it all and what I am in for next... the last hurdle in the race as i call it.


During my break I have went back to being a normal teenager during the summer time... going out and seein my mates. I went to Dublin with my boyfriend (Tom) and seen thee new Harry Plopper movie... its was a bit funny since i had a dream that i was dating rupert and that i left tom for rupert..



Others thing i have been getting up to is jus going out and getting a tad drunk at Retro or such like.... I have been ordered to put weight on so I am now fully loving my diet of fatty foods and some sprinkles of healthy food that I think my mum adminsters during the night while i snooze....

Today i went for tea with Dr. K, this is my term for going to the hospital for a wee talk and blood test with Dr. K... the clinic as other call it but i feel "Tea with Dr.K" is better.


I got told that I still have a wee while before i go into hospital since they have to do a lung test ie capicity of oxgyen i can hold at times and also a wee heart echo, like come on i think that is rather cool. I loved when i was getting my biospy and seen my actual bitch tumour, many heard me call it "cute" lol. Not every day u see ur cancer and also ur heart during a hospital appointment.


After that I will get called in for my hickman line then i wil get brought into the hell that is my isolation room for 3weeks... i feel i shud draw up a escape route for when i go mad on steriods.... (i might post a wee post about the line when i get it in and let u all know what was involved- some people are really interested in that stuff)

Well for now i am still clawing at all the time i got before i have to do thee dreaded time in le hospital.....


Toodles for now....
xox

Ohhh what a blog to create

Ok so i decided to create this wee blog of mine so when i am in hospital the many fans that i have can see what hell i am going through and whether i am doing well or not. Its pretty much a record of what i am going to go through during my 3 week stay in hospital. Ehm general info about my hospital stay is like 3 weeks different thing happening during that time....

1st week- High dose chemo every day for a period of six days (fun? INDEED)

2nd week- Maybe become less deathly looking and get my transplant stem cell thing

3rd week- Get energy back and get outta hospital without the bitch tumour in me.....

Seems easy doesn't it? I wil be shitting my la senza underwear lol.

The majority of people reading this is hopefully friends or else people who i know from school and the likes of. Basically I am hoping that if u are reading this you know all about my glorious situation that has been in total a part of my live for a about 2-3years. Time flies doesnt it when one is having super fun?



The first time I got thee big C (as my lovely Linda calls it) I chatted away about it when ever someone had a question because to be honest its not every day your mate rings you up and tells you that they have the big C.



But the second time round it has completely changed. I don't really talk about it that much so this blog might be a big suprise to those who read because i tend to solider on and say "everything is fine" even when i am dealing with things my own wee way.....




Well this is the first post to tell you roughly what I will be talking about. You never know there may be a splash of humour added at points when i am pissed off with the doctors and want to sliently kill the nurses while removing my Hickman line by myself (a job one shud never do without experience help)



Toodles for now.....



Btw my name? I think it has a certain ring about it. Why not be cancerlicious while having cancer. Also its faintly amusing to me :)