If I haven’t got enough angst in my life at the moment, to find out I should steer clear of takeaway foods whilst I am having chemotherapy, takes the fucking biscuit. I can live without soft cheeses, raw fish and eggs, but no takeaways! I should at this point make you aware that life in the Williams household does not revolve around frequent trips to the chippy, Mings Chinese buffet or the Raj Temple, but we do occasionally like a ‘dirty’ tea or an occasional fish, chips and mushy peas.
So today marks the start of the next stage in my treatment as I embark on my chemotherapy treatment. I am, as I write this, plugged in to the drips that feed the noxious juices in to my body. Yesterday I had the PICC line inserted in to my arm, this is a line that stays in throughout the chemotherapy and runs up through a vein in to my chest. So in a couple of hours I shall be full of chemicals, not the type I would prefer but hey ho beggars can’t be choosers as they say.
After being asked for my name, date of birth and whether I have any allergies for the hundredth time today, I have resolved to have a tshirt printed with my name, date of birth and other key information on it. I can then sit back and ignore all the bastard questions.
