Day Seventy Five

Feeling not too bad at all at the moment, apart from a very sore left hand where the chemo goes in. It feels like I have banged it really hard. I am actually a little bit worried as to how good I am feeling. I know chemo affects everybody differently, some people don't lose their hair, some people just get tired, but I am feeling almost perfectly ok. A little bit nauseous maybe but the tablets are controlling that well. I don't think I am going to be able to relax until I have had the MRI done. I did sleep lots last night, bed at half nine, woke up at half five, pottered about for a bit then back to bed, didn't wake up again until half ten. That was lovely. So maybe I am justified in feeling alright. I almost feel guilty, that I should be feeling this good. I know! I shouldn't be complaining, but it's the psychology of the thing. You are told you are going to feel disgusting, that is how you know the chemo is working, and when you don't....well, we shall just have to wait and see. No point in worrying about it. Deep down, I think I am just built of stronger stuff, able to withstand it a little bit more than some. A force to be reckoned with!