Thursday 24 September.
Here we are just back from 11 days in Spain. Well - the best-laid plans went astray! I had the horrid Neulasta jab on the Thursday after chemo and started taking the pain relief straight away. Didn’t have any bone pain over the next few days at all. Having played (gently) in the mixed invitation at LGC and felt a bit off by the end of the day I threw stuff into a bag when I got home and called it ‘packing’.
I was very tired by about 9 pm and went to bed, as we had to be up at 3.45 am to catch our 6.25 am flight. When I woke up I felt awful. Incredibly tired and with more of the ‘bleugh’ feeling than I had experienced before. I managed to get in the taxi but was feeling even worse when we got to the airport. The flight was a nightmare – I kept falling asleep but every time the cabin crew came with food or drink I woke up feeling queasy. Suffice it to say that I really don’t remember a lot of the trip. I fell asleep on the plane, in the baggage hall, at the car rental counter, in the car on the trip to La Manga Club and finally on top of the unmade bed in the apartment. Basically I stayed in that bed for three days. I couldn’t eat much and had poor C running around finding things that I thought I wanted like crunchy nut cornflakes (not available) and apples (something I rarely eat). I slept most of the time but had a really upset stomach and I am not sure if that was the Taxotere, the Co-codamol or the Senokot. Spain was very hot that first week so we kept the air conditioning running the whole time. I’m not sure what I would have done without it. Eventually I emerged and started eating again and by Thursday was able to play a bit of golf but had to have a ride on Scooter. By Saturday I was fine and firing on all cylinders although I looked whiter than i have ever looked out there before - I was slapping factor 50 sun block on because chemo really makes you sensitive to the sun. The rest of the holiday was great with some lovely food and great wine (Yes, I could taste it).
The golf was a bit patchy but was just coming right when we got to the last competition yesterday. Sods law being what it is, we got rained off and had to go out to lunch with the friends we were playing with instead. Such hardship!
The whole thing has taught me that after the next and thankfully last chemo session, I will simply take paracetamol and give in gracefully by crashing for those crucial days – probably Sunday to Wednesday.
But I do have a little treat in store…I’m off to Venice with a girlfriend on 22 October to celebrate no more chemo!!
The wig behaved perfectly and managed the heat without any problem. I was impressed.
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