Yesterday I had my third and final dose of FEC and I have to say, I'm tired. In my last blog I wrote about how lucky I have been to not experience bad side effects, and that is still true, but perhaps that first round did make me a little bit complacent. I tend to have the motto in life 'expect the worst and you can only be pleasantly surprised' - perhaps not the most positive outlook, people may think, but I think it works for me, I'd much rather be pleasantly surprised than shocked or disappointed. Anyway, with my first round I was really expecting the worst, and as I said that never really hit, so with the second round I let my guard down a little. I decided to attend my friend's wedding in Edinburgh despite it being the day after my second chemo treatment. I literally went from the hospital to the train station. Don't get me wrong, I was still careful, I met my friend halfway in Perth and she made sure I was okay the whole weekend, but looking back I see it...
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