To be honest, it wasn’t anything like as bad as I’d expected. Not at all.

The room wasn’t a ward, it was more like an Ikea display. There were about 10 chairs a bit like dentist chairs, with drips (or dingly dangly things, as I kept calling them; drips just sounds so lame and pathetic!) a tc, magazines, fruit, drinks etc. And I was the only one in today. I liked that, as it felt like there’s not many people sick! Great!

My first question was whether I should have eaten beforehand – I wasn’t sure so didn’t, but the nurse said it was fine, and promptly offered to make me a sandwich! Peanut butter ok? Awesome, thanks! All good so far!

They’d also told me to bring a book or movies on my ipad, as I’d be there for about an hour. I’ve had Shoe Dog by my bed for ages, but I usually close my eyes as soon as I’m into bed so still haven’t started it! I figured, if anyone is motivational, it’s Phil Knight, so I bring the legend with me. Unfortunately, in my usual fashion, I fall asleep during chemo and only get to page 14, but I’ll stick at it!

Room with a view…

They said bring a book… I brought a legend…

The chemo itself includes two drugs. one’s a bright orange (and turns my pee the same colour!) and the other’s clear. I’m intrigues watching the first one go into my arm, and can feel my arm tingle as it enters my bloodstream! It’s working! It doesn’t hurt, it just feels a bit cold, but the nurse tells me that’s because my body temperature is warmer than the liquid going in So no dramas. The second one is longer – twice the volume. This one’s clear so less interesting. And the nurse warns me that as it goes in, I’ll get a headache behind my eyes, in my sinus. If this becomes too painful, she can reduce the flow rate of the chemo to ease the pain. When it gets painful I tell her, but when she tells me there’s only 15 minutes left, I say ah just leave it, let’s get it in and working asap! In the grand scheme of things, I can stand a headache!

Coordinating nails – winner!

Mum gets clinical…

15 minutes later, we’re done and I’m outta there. That was effortless, and within minutes I’m back behind the wheel of my car and happy again 🙂

Right, let’s see what this shit is going to throw at me now…!

Bxx

Today I start my first round of chemo. I’ve woken up early, and feel totally fine. I’m not scared, I’m determined. I’m not nervous, I’m pumped. And as my trainer reminds me, start strong, finish stronger! So I decide to go for a run.

Now this could be fun – I haven’t run for months and haven’t been to the gym in weeks! I’m also conscious that I don’t want to give my body any aches or muscle repair to contend with, as I’ll need all my strength and energy to fight the chemo from today, so it’s just going to be a short jog…

What’s that pace all about? 9:38 per mile? Rubbish Rebecca! Right, another target! Get my pace back under 9 minutes – not necessarily for the distance or duration I was running before, but even just for a mile or two – it’ll keep me active and boost my energy through this, and I can run on good days and rest on the bad.

But for now, I’m just happy I got out there, job done 🙂

Now, BRING ON THAT CHEMO!

Bxx

OK so I don’t think Trevor Sorbie’s team in Covent Garden quite knew what to expect!

When I arrived at the salon on Wednesday, they took my coat and seated me in a seat in front of a mirror. Nothing unusual there. Until Alex and Kari showed up, with a couple of bottles of bubbles, and we explained that this was going to be a party, not just a cut & blow. Ah. OK. Well then perhaps we’d better seat you over here in the corner out of the way… Haha! Winner! Our own little corner to cause mayhem! Perfect 🙂

Cork flies, bubbles poured…

From then on the fun just continued. They started by cutting off the lengths of my hair into many small bands, so I could take these back to Amsterdam to be made into a Toupim (see later post…). This took ages, but they were meticulous and we have both the stylist and colourist working on it together.

Top-up…

After a swift wash, I was back to the chair to find my glass topped up and my hair ready to style. Kudos to Caroline, my stylist – god knows how she was able to concentrate with Alex dancing around her taking selfies, and Kari desperately trying to capture a boomerang of them cutting my hair! But somehow she did, and the result was awesome!

Next, Ben returns and takes over. Somehow he manages to cover my (now short) hair with foils and leaves me to ‘cook’.

Top-up <hic>

At this point, while we’re posing updates to social media, I get a message from my hairdresser from York (who last did my hair on my wedding day) saying she was in London, and which salon was I at? Naturally, invites extended, bubbles topped-up and Gill rocked up to join in the fun – awesome!

Ben then returned to wash out the colour and finish me off. And I loved it! Considering how frightened I was about losing my long hair, I totally love my new short barnet, and even though I’ll only have it for a couple more weeks, I’m loving it already and even considering keeping it short when it grows back?! Watch this space…!

In the meantime, after a few more top-ups, we left the salon after five hours, three bottles of bubbles and a GREAT afternoon! Huge thanks to Caroline and Ben for their skills, tolerance, patience and general sense of fun putting up with us, and making this a great day!