Moving and tough honesty from an amazing lady.
Treatment sounds good, doesn’t it? Something is happening. Something is being done. And it includes the word ‘treat’ which sounds like pedicures and nice massages, prosecco and chocolate truffles.
But cancer treatment can be hard. You can see how hard by comparing three photos of me, one taken on the 11th May this year before active treatment really got underway and two taken two months later in mid July.
Fat cheek steroid bloating, eyes watering, hair loss. I’ve definitely hit rock bottom. Of course, I can tart up a bit, as shown in third picture. Eyebrows created, foundation and blusher, lippy, eyeshadow, headgear…but there’s no getting away from that steroid neck and chin and the belly bloat. The less I eat the more weight I gain. It makes no sense. It’s one of many humiliations.
I am trying to hang on to some independence and dignity but the fact is…
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