That was an ordeal.

I got a blood transfusion which took about 2 hours - they said my haemoglobin was low and I needed one. At least I finally found out what blood group I am (A Positive).

The chemotherapy itself didn't take that long (apart from the 4 hours it took them to make it up). One drug is a thick goo which they injected into my stomach. I was sent home with the dosette box of tablets I must take for the next week - steroids, others etc. They also gave me a drug to keep in my fridge until Friday when the nurse at my GPs will inject me with it.

I've had differing answers as to why I'm so knackered all the time (I don't believe it's the cancer). They mention the infections, my low red cell count etc. but I'm really none the wiser. Compounding the problem is that I have duplicate appointments for different dates to see the Consultant, have another MRI and a CT scan as these were sent out to me by mail. Sorting that out was a nightmare with the Clinical Haemotologist but I finally have on paper and on my phone all the correct appointments.

Then I must make appointments to see my GP's nurse two days prior to each chemo to get my blood taken.

I found it all confusing; I'm not sure how someone much older and less on the ball would manage the whole thing. I can understand why people don't want chemotherapy.

I ate a cheese and pickle sandwich, some biscuits and had a small cup of coffee. I don't feel sick, but am having something simple like scrambled eggs for my tea.

Well after I see the nurse on Friday I have the rest of the month to myself until I see her again on the 30th to get blood taken.

That's a good half a month where I don't have to see anyone.

Just realised that my house is rather untidy; I tend to have everything hospital and drug related on the living-room and kitchen tables for easy access. I'll need to drag a hoover round this weekend I think.

I'm feeling OK; still tired though. I went back to bed this afternoon for a couple of hours.

Just realised that my house is rather untidy; I tend to have everything hospital and drug related on the living-room and kitchen tables for easy access. I'll need to drag a hoover round this weekend I think.