Cancer 207

I have nothing to say, but I am sitting in hospital undergoing chemotherapy getting bored, so I thought I could bore you in turn. This is my 42nd round of chemo. According to Douglas Adams this is the answer to life, the universe and everything, so perhaps I will go home today cured of this vile disease. Or then again, The Hitchhiker’s Guide was fiction….

I brought foie gras sandwiches to the hospital today, and very nice they were too. I had them along with cheese sandwiches, chicken soup, tinned mandarins, a chocolate flapjack, raspberry yoghurt, orange juice and lots of tea. Get the food in before I start feeling ill, though I feel ill now and I still have two drugs to go, along with the bottle to be attached.

Break – I am now on the last set of drugs and starting to feel a little queasy in the head. This is normal. It is the start of the rest of the day. These last drugs are being pumped in more rapidly than normal. Apparently there is a change in policy which means those of us who do not have negative reactions can be dealt with more quickly. I am asked if I am OK. I mustn’t show any negative reactions or the drug will go back to a longer input.

I have done a little work towards the projected MA, reading about women 1500-1700. It wasn’t particularly informative, though I might see whether English Heritage have any archival information about Margaret Cavendish. Yesterday we went to Chatsworth. I really want to spend time in the library there. I wonder if they have anything on Alethia Howard? After all, Bess of Hardwick was her grandmother.

This queasiness is nothing to do with the foie gras sandwiches, is it?