It's Over!

Yesterday, Wednesday, saw my last chemotherapy treatment. Hurray!

Over the previous few days the fatigue from last week’s treatment had relented slowly to the point where I walked to and from the Village on Tuesday, about two miles, and didn’t feel at all bad as a result. There is no doubt that I tolerated the different treatment far better than the old one.

On Tuesday afternoon I attended the Christie for that all important MRI scan, the results of which will decide the next step in my treatment so by Tuesday evening I was feeling pretty tired after what for me was a busy day.

Strangely enough yesterday’s treatment did knock me over by mid-afternoon in a way which hadn’t happened during the two previous cycles. I think that was because at this stage I had already felt pretty rough so didn’t really notice any difference whereas this time I was feeling pretty good. Anyway this morning all I’m suffering from is a bit of a hangover as I foollishly had too much to drink last night. It’s a self-inflicted injury so I can’t expect any sympathy.

Our thoughts are now focussed on next Wednesday when we will see Dr. W to find out the results of the MRI scan and see where the road leads us next. I am very optimistic and I’m busily trying to dampen that optimism so as to avoid a huge disappointment if the chemotherapy hasn’t eliminated enough of the cancer to save my bladder. Still, whatever the next steps may be at least the chemo is over and somehow we’ve survived it.

Radiotherapy or surgery, whichever comes next, will present new problems, new challenges but we will get through those together as we have all through our married lives. While we have one another we can get through anything life throws at us.

So for the next few days it’s a case of hoping for the best whilst being prepared for the worst.