Have felt pretty crap the last couple of days. I HATE feeling unwell but I suppose this is nothing compared to what I am gonna be like as I deteriorate. Yesterday I was very low both mentally and physically - have started thinking is the chemo really worth it if its making me feel this bad. Maybe I am just expecting too much of my body???
I got dads car yesterday. I phoned him up when I was round the corner and asked him to come outside as I wanted to show him something but couldnt be bothered taking it in!! He was so surprised, shocked and chuffed - he just had tears running down his face. He was not expecting it at all and was so grateful. I was just so happy that I was able to do something like this for him - his face was a picture and will live with me till my dying day.
This is my story, as a 42 year old, young woman, living with terminal breast cancer.
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