Chemo day

Here I am, feeling miserable and sorry for myself. I hardly slept and feel very anxious.

The only thing I can think of is swear words and expressions, in Portuguese which is still my favourite language to swear. I am actually quite amazed at the length of the list of swear words I could put together, but to avoid having to affix a warning such as “Parental Advisory, Explicit Content” I will instead post this: @#*~~ÄßhNDML~Ú!$*@”.

One thing I have to mention is that I had a lovely day yesterday. It was so nice I even forgot about the fact that yesterday the nurse could not find a cooperative vein for the pre-chemo tests and only after four attempts and fiddling around with the needdle for a couple of minutes, which by the way didn't hurt but made me turn pale almost green, she decided to draw the blood sample from the portacath. Wise decision. My veins collapsed completely. As I was stressing a little bit too much these last few days, S. took the day off yesterday and we spent the day together doing only nice stuff: we had a delicious lunch, went to a nice exhibition, had a very tasty dinner and then went to a nice modern dance performance at Sadler's Wells with J., who had the great idea of inviting us to join her. Merci à tous les deux.