As Jay requested another blog post, I thought I'd post a quick update about how things are going. Unfortunately, because my brain is frazzled at the moment the only title I could think of for this entry is "Update". Unoriginal, I know, but it'll do.
So, the short version. Health - the treatment is going well. I've been prescribed a drug called Maxolon to help with the nausea and it's really working. Still bald, still tired, but feeling a lot better overall.
Dylan - things really couldn't be better. He came for a quick visit this past weekend and he was really sweet the whole time he was here, though I did have to fight him every time I tried to get out of bed. He insisted on doing everything for me, but as much as I appreciate the sentiment (and I apologise for the crudeness) my bowels and bladder cannot move through him. Besides, when I'm feeling well enough to walk around I do like to get out of bed. It was nice having him here, though, even if it felt like I had two mothers the entire weekend.
School - I'm managing to keep up with the work, even though I can't attend at the moment. For those who don't know about the many lovely effects of chemotherapy, your immune system is pretty much fucked for a while so I have to stay home to avoid catching the many winter colds that are already going around. I have a friend bring me copies of his notes once a week and my brother has taken my assignments into school for me, so hopefully I'll manage to get through this without having to write off the year and repeat. I know it would probably be best if I concentrated on my health, but the work keeps my mind busy and stops me from dwelling on this too much.
Only other real bit of news here is that we've had our first snow of the winter. It was only on the mountains and not on the ground, but it was very pretty to see. Unfortunately the roads were too icy for my father to come home this weekend, so I didn't get to see the old fart, but he called every night and called on Sunday afternoon just to talk to me, which was nice. He may be an old misery at times, but he's not bad as father's go. Just don't tell him I said so.
Oh and my sister called yesterday to tell my Mum she's pregnant. I should explain here as she's not actually my sister by blood. She's the daughter of one of my mother's closest friends. When she was fifteen her parents were killed in a car accident and my mother took her in. I was only five at the time (so back before I even knew Dylan...sometimes I don't believe such a time existed), and she left home when we moved to Scotland, but even though she was only with us for three years I've always called her my sister. Even if she calls me "the brat" (affectionately, most of the time). Anyway, she got married a couple of years ago and after a year of trying she's finally pregnant, so sometime in May next year I'll have a new niece or nephew. Just wish she lived closer so I could see her more often.
Anyway, that's it for now. I have to go get my dose of poison in a couple of hours so I'm going to distract myself by doing some writing for a bit.
