I am home now and I am currently experiencing the power of the cyclophosphamide. It’s powerful stuff. Prior to this, I have had one type of chemotherapy. This feeling is new. I always expected new side effects, but I realised in the clinic that I was receiving something relatively strong (not megatron strong mind) when I was given my drugs. In addition to the normal anti-sickness, I have another anti-sickness pill. I also have pills to protect my bladder. Yay. They have given me some spares of the latter in case I do not digest them because of mouth poo. Thoughtful.
I do not feel well. That is a fact and one that I expected. I know there is a purpose to this and it is only temporary, and I shall keep telling myself this if in fact the vomit does come. I am also waiting for blood in my urine, which I am told may also happen.
I am taking all the precautions. I am drinking and peeing when required. I ask you this though, try drinking 2-3 litres of water when you feel nauseous and see how far you get. It’s a struggle, but one I have experience before and one I got told off for not doing. I am putting a lot of faith in the powers of squash right now.
So, this is it. I’ve fallen off the wagon at speed. If it turns out that I do have to vomit, I will do it safe in the knowledge that some good will come out of it. It’s like riding a bike with stabilisers before you can cycle on two wheels. My two wheels is the transplant.
Roll on the transplant. I can take it. I think.
Oh, in case you were wondering just how ill I feel, take a peek at this. Loved ones, prepare yourselves, I’ll look so much worse when I am in for the Megatron.