Morning! You haven’t heard from me for a while but I felt the need to write.
It’s been a week since we saw the oncologist and tomorrow is “D-day”, the tablets sit in a plastic box in the kitchen, we know this will take its toll on Simon (and Little S) and we are as ready as we can be.
I have been able to change my leave days so I am at home for the next two days so we are able to start this phase together.
Yesterday I laid out what the next 24 weeks should look like, all being well this will stay as planned. Last time the chemo affected Simons liver and blood profile that we had to delay two of the cycles. Somehow this laid out is comforting but frightening. Not wanting to wish our life away or anything but I’ve always loved the month of September.
Simons recovery from surgery has been remarkable, those that know him will know how driven he is, and he has been determined to recover well. Physically he has been great but we have had dark times that have crept into the house like a moorland fog, at these times (and that’s for both of us) we instinctively know when to talk to each other and when to give the other one space. Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand and day by day, it’s the only way.
Over the next 24 weeks my chore list for Simon will have to be slightly more inventive. Depending on how he is feeling and with a fair wind and fair weather I may get the grass cut and gardening done or just emptying the dishwasher will be enough.
So chemo we are as ready as we can be, 24 weeks, 1120 tablets, we are coming for you and we are going to nail it!!