Bald bits and hairy pits

Hello!! I’ve made it out the other side. 6 rounds of the ‘red devil’ chemotherapy named doxorubicin ticked off. Post scan ticked off. Stable results ticked off. What a surreal experience.

I wrote about the first 3 rounds, but my god, my experience seemed to change all the time & at times I found out why they called it the Red Devil (and no it's not part of man untd's fan club)

I literally thought about writing this blog when I was in the shower earlier as I realised that my grown back black armpit hairs definitely finally needed shaving and I couldn’t leave them any longer haha, fumin. If you are inquisitive or didn’t read my previous blog (which to be honest my chemo brain forgot I even wrote), yes, you literally lose your hair EVERYWHERE after the first few rounds… and for someone like me who hated shaving and always had a nice winter rug on my legs, it was a bloody plus. Little note if you didn't know, you lose your nose hairs too, so you constantly have a snot trail down your face which is really sexy. Picture a bald, skinny woman, with no energy & covered in snot and wonder why I'm basically a virgin again (soz Dad).

There are SO many ups and downs during chemo, it’s actually quite hard to get them down on a piece of paper (or blog) and express all the thousands of emotions you go through. But hey, when have I never shared. After becoming comfortable with my bald slap head, well I mean I didn’t get much choice as my nephew shouted ‘bald’ in my face every time he saw me and my husband kept asking me if I would start a Sinead O’Connor tribute act. Sensitive family members aren’t they. I got my meds under control and the shitting stopped.. however when I mean stopped, I mean, I never shit again! I had what seemed like boulders trying to escape out my arse. Which wasn’t great…

But I was over half way and started round 4… by now I could tell my body was fucked (to put it nicely). It was well and truly exhausted. Everything became hard. I didn’t even have enough strength to lift the milk out the fridge some days.. but I have to give my body a bloody pat on the back, it seems to just get me through everything. It was literally being pumped with poison and I still got up and managed to do something everyday, whether that something was brushing barbies hair or choosing a matching pair of socks, It still got up and showed up. Your body is such an amazing thing and you should never take for granted what it’s doing. It’s keeping you alive. It got me through chemo and it still feels crazy to think I actually had chemo… madness.

So overall, in a nutshell…

1. Chemo wasn’t too horrendous… 6 rounds completed.

2. I’m not longer a naked mole rat due to my returning luscious locks

AND

3. Never take for granted a normal sized bum hole and a happy poo.

OH and on another note, thanks fam for getting me through it, bring on Xmas treatment free.

Yours sincerely,

Sinead O’C