Chemo Comrades

Woke up at 6.15am feeling anxious... I do find I tend to get anxious a few days after chemo when the initial elation of getting through the treatment has worn off and all the drugs have properly kicked in and are playing havoc in my body. However, the reason for my sudden rush of anxiety this morning was because my fellow chemo-goers, who I've decided are my chemo comrades; are really suffering at the moment.

I was lucky enough to meet two fab ladies: Sue, who I met on her first day of chemo when I was having blood tests for my first cycle, and Kimber, who I met on her third cycle when I was having blood tests for my second.

Sue has shingles... surely just one of the worst things imaginable during chemo, and Kimber is having a rough old time with the her first 'T' drug cycle. I was really worried about both of them this morning; I feel very protective, like they're my troops!! I so desperately want to see us all to get through this together. I've often thought it would be quite appropriate to wear war paint whilst having chemo because it feels like you are fighting a war sometimes. There are lots of potential pitfalls and it's a messy old battle...

I just want to say to my comrades today and anyone having chemo for that matter, that you're in my thoughts, especially during the really hard days and the set-backs... I'm wishing you strength.

Now, let's get that war paint on so we can beat this frickin' thing... well, maybe not today eh? Cos honestly, totally exhausted, BUT we'll be back for you cancer... and if I may adapt some Liam Neeson lines: "we will look for you, we will find you and we will kill you."

Yeah... jog on!