Coming through

Tomorrow marks the beginning of my lowest immunity spell following chemo. 

It also hopefully marks the last immunity boosting jab I have to inflict on myself.   

That's right.

The complete needle phobic, who has been known to feel faint at the sight of a needle on screen, has survived her way through 41 of the required 42 immunity boosting injections that she has had to carry out on herself. 

This is as big an achievement as getting through the chemo.  Not to mention the 7 canullas that have been inserted in veins (ouch), the endless blood withdrawals (some more painful than others), injections (never fun) and sundry other needles (not dismissing the anaesthetic at the beginning - ooh no, that was another canulla) that have been wafted around in my vicinity for the past five months... 

Yes.  The more on the ball ones of you will have realised that I had 6 cycles of chemo but 7 canullas.  Let's not forget the one they put in to rehydrate me after the infamous, near-pickling, first cycle of chemo.

I have, in an act of pure rebellion, today stripped off the dark nail varnish and replaced it with sparkly pink.  I did apply three coats though so it will hopefully still act as a light block if it is still needed - I tried to check with the Breast Nurse but I think she possibly has more important things to do than advise me on the colour of my nail varnish...

I am hoping that this coming week end will signify the return to my diet of all the things I have missed recently.  Any sort of take away, a nice rare steak, various cheeses, soft white ice cream from an ice cream van (although the weather is not making that one quite so appealing) and strangely, one of the things I have missed the most is a nice crisp salad. I never thought I would say it but there have been times when I have positively craved a bowl of lettuce with things as mundane as tomato and cucumber in it.  With a compromised immune system these have been forbidden items - and as anyone knows, the minute something is off limits, it just makes you want it more!

So my celebration supper will probably be deep fried camembert followed by a rare steak with salad, and then some ice cream.

If I can find a van.