Dried up old wrinkly...

Well no more flushes today.

I think that must have been the menopause then. All over in the day. Just like that. Goodbye normal fertility/hello being a dried-up old barren spinster (yes, I am feeling sorry for myself; so would you if you suddenly, over the course of day, became less 'female').

On a positive note I came to a realisation today. Time waits for no one and chemo shouldn't stop you from living your life.

It seems I am so busy waiting for side effects that I seem to have put my life on hold. I mean, I didn't organise anything last weekend because I thought I would have side effects from the chemo phase of the cycle. I hadn't organised anything for this weekend because...well, I thought I would be suffering the lack of white blood cells and feeling tired.

You get the picture.

You have probably noticed I was considering not going to the BRMC gig tomorrow night with Drummond because I thought I'd be poorly.

Well stuff it. I am not poorly. I feel perfectly normal. I am not tired or shaky or sick. I shall go to the gig tomorrow and I shall do something this weekend.

I can't put my life on hold for 6 months, can I? Well, I can...cancer does kind put a downer of things...but you know what I mean. If this chemo thing is going to get worse, and it probably will, I might as well do what I can when I can. So Black Rebel Motorcycle Club with Drummond it is.

At least I still have hair to take to the gig...