I hate this disease, it’s treatment, what it has done to our lives and how it is starting to eat away at him a little bit more every day. How come you can have a good day on Friday and then have such a terrible day today- the chemotherapy truck has well and truly hit him , has hardly been out of bed all day.
Aches all over, no energy , he lies there with a colour that travels the full spectrum of grey , looking so frail, so worn down by everything. When you are so conscious of having limited time being this miserable isn’t fair!! Also makes you feel so useless , because there is nothing that can be done to help.
Underlying everything else is the thought that all these aches aren’t chemo, but the original mesothelioma rampaging away , shrugging off the treatment likesome sort of baddy in a super hero comic !!
Rant over – tomorrow is another day.
- [cancer] What I think I hate the most (jlake.com)