Last few “good” days now until steroids start on Monday and next dose of poison on Tuesday. There seem to be few things to count on whilst on this journey. I had been buoyed through the really bad days by the thought of the following week/s being better. That hasn’t really happened this time. I have had a sore throat for the duration (not helped by being sick), the skin infection is healing up but not quite there yet and I am still taking antibiotics which aren’t exactly a Cloud 9 medication. I would also like new washers fitted to my eyes and nose as they drip, leak, spurt constantly. What a horrid way to find out what eyelashes and nasal hair are there for….Still…another learning opportunity!
There was a suggestion yesterday that I try false eyelashes…they might work…? I can already imagine the scene of trying to put them in place – running eyes, no glasses, poor vision, eyelash fixative and my clumsiness combined sounds like a fashion victim waiting to happen….Perhaps not! …and that’s before I have even been to choose them. Never having bought false eyelashes I wouldn’t even know how to buy – do you have to choose length, colour, thickness, curl and brand, which brand do you go for? Where do you get them from?…And…if I ever got them on, how do you get them off? It all sounds far too difficult for me!
I suppose that after the scare earlier in the week I have discovered other things that I haven’t succumbed to, but then I hadn’t even considered the option of a clot on my lung. Perhaps I can amuse myself by thinking of the life-threatening conditions that I don’t have. Hard to escape the day-to-day reality of the one I do have though.
Cancer – check, aggressive cancer – check, incurable cancer – check, no hair – check …OK, I know the latter isn’t life-threatening but even 3 months on, feels (for me) as bad as the other components so I am including it.
BUT…I have new glasses and can see reasonably well so I can read and write.