The list they read us of the possible sideffects of chemo sounded rather dire though!! Not something I really want to think about.
I felt soo lovely when I walked into the ward and there were some lovely flowers waiting for me from good family friends. Support makes this soooo much easier.
I have been put in a room with some lovely old doddery woman called Dolorous who has promptly excreted into her bed, joyous right!
I do, however, have the lovely pleasure of having visitors and in a place like this, I love visitors. I always have really but here more so as the closest person to my age is worrying more about menopause and less about uni next year.
I wonder if I will feel different later as I have only actually been getting chemo for less than an hour and just bucketloads of fluids before that. Oh well, whatever happens. Onwards march!!!
