In summary – my third week of Chemotherapy…
This week was a great week, I am feeling like a normal person, with no inner nervy sludge feeling, no sickness, just a bit of tiredness.
I once went to an exhibition at the Tate Modern where there was an installation video clip of a woman lying on the floor with a sofa on her head. She was making a really odd moaning sound and then in the next clip the sofa was being removed and she was saying something like – “ohh that feels better!”. So the third week is a bit like having the weight of a sofa removed … Which might account for the wave of peace and pure joy in the relief and respite felt. I now know that these clearing cycles are all manageable; the whole terrain of the 3 weeks has been mapped and experienced with the ups, downs, twists and turns.
It is the weirdest situation, feeling as close to normal, but my hair started falling out … everywhere. It got in my laptop keyboard, my eyes. The bath was coated. So soon! I am a bit relieved knowing that the treatment is evidently working well and doing its job … but by the end of this week I am bald as a coot. I went down to about an inch all over with a dinky little fringe but by the next day even that was too much and Mark shaved my head.