Having to be there every day, I feel like I'm becoming a fixture at Auckland Hospital. All I need now is one of those official tags the staff wear around their necks or clipped to a waistband. Not that I go unrecognised as it is, with the blue hair and glasses, full make up and jewellery. Well, you have to make an effort!
So far radiation isn't anywhere near as bad as chemo. Yes, I'm tired and still suffer with nausea, though now with the occasional vomiting, something I didn't have to deal with before. But as far as quality of life goes, give me this rather than the cocktail of toxic chemicals we pumped into my body first time around.
I've made another change too, recently transferring to a GP in a holistic practice. Convinced my cancer came into existence through the poor performance of my own immune system, I wanted to know what bits of me might be quietly failing, and what could be done to reverse the process. (Strange how we think nothing of ensuring our cars and homes are running in optimum condition, yet fail to give our own bodies the same attention.) Anyway, a barrage of blood tests, some nineteen or so in all, found that while overall I'm not in too bad a condition there were a few little intakes of breath and pursing of lips as we went through the results. So in addition to everything else I'm now taking daily supplements to bring about a 'rebalancing'. On the other hand I'm still behind the eight ball when I comes to diet. I'm not juicing as much as I should - well, not the green stuff anyway! I'm far better with fruit, and thanks to Beth and the delicious oranges she grows in her garden I enjoy a large glass of freshly squeezed Vitamin C most days. I'm also good with berries and rhubarb, especially in crumbles and topped with vanilla bean ice-cream! So, with bouts of nausea and an appetite that comes and goes I'm subscribing to the principle of eating small amounts of whatever I fancy. Now, where did I put that Lindt chocolate?