| Coping with Cancer - cont'd |
| So with much prayer we started the first of the recommended four treatments with Chemotherapy. I felt very poorley throughout the whole course and for a week or two after. The treatment was done as an inpatient over three days with a day or two after to semi recover. My husband did a wonderful job looking after the children (and me) for several weeks. He juggled housework, hospital visits, shopping, the needs of a three year old, an almost two year old and a two weel old baby single handed until his mum and dad came down to relieve the pressure off of him. I was allowed no physical contact with anybody for five days with each three-day course. This and not being able to breastfeed were harder to bear than the cancer itself. I gowned up with a full plastic gown, gloves and mask when the family came up to see me so I could give them a hug, but the girls did not want to come near me dressed like that. |
| I started taking Barleygreen(R) and drinking several glasses of freshly extracted carrot juice every day. We stopped dairy products, meat and eggs and instead turned to raw fruit and vegies. Within a very short time I started to feel better. I had more energy than I had before I got pregnant with our first baby! Everyone commented on how well I looked! For more information on Barleygreen(R) email me! |
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| After the first round of treatment my hair fell out which was a very humiliating experience! This was particurlarly traumatic for the girls. We tried to prepare them by talking about having no hair, being like a baby. I had a number one hair cut when my hair started to fall out, but it was still a big shock. My then two-year-old would look at me and say, "I don't like Mummy", and go to daddy for hugs. I wore a turban most of the time so it wasnot so hard for them. After a few months they got used to it and started making jokes about it! |
| I endured three doses of Chemo and spent so much time in hospital that my two-ear-old referred to it as "Mummy's home"! After much prayer, research and reading we became more convinced that chemotherapy was more likely to kill me than cure me. I was admitted for the fourth treatment when everything seemed to go wrong! The pic-line leaked, I started bleeding from the drip! As no one seemed in any hurry to fix these problems I had plenty of time to read another book and decide that I didn't want nor need that fourth dose anyway! Since the second dose all my blood work has been normal and the scans were also fine. |
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