Fourth week of treatment

The taxi picked me up at 11:25 AM and at Sahlgrenska just before 2 PM. My scheduled time for radiation is 2:35 PM. I feel so weak, with nausea and diarrea. Monday radiation was ok, no delays and such. I went to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription of fragmin. Finally at the hotel around 4 PM. So hungry, I haven’t had time to eat lunch but I have a stomach pain, feeling sick and I couldn’t eat. I took my medicine and waited until 8:00 PM then I could eat my lunch/dinner.

Tuesday radiation went so smooth, everything was in time. I had a late radiation today 15:20 hrs.
Wednesday was really tuff, 1:30 minutes beyond schedule so I went to leave a blood test first that took abnormally very quick. The nurses use to have very difficulty to get blood from me. I guess it depends also to the nurse’s ability to do so. It didn’t even take a minute. I was amazed! Now still waiting for my turn for the radiation which is 1:30 minutes late. Finally I was done at 2:00 pm when the taxi pick me up and drove me to the hotel. I ate my late lunch.
Thursday radiation was allright with just some minutes beyond scheduled time. After radiation I went directly to the x-ray ward where I was scheduled to have a magnet x-ray on my abdomen at 10:00 AM. I came in at 9:30, and waited until 10:30 when I was finally called. I changed into a hospital shirt and was given a sulution to be injected vaginally. I don’t feel so good because I haven’t eaten a real breakfast. I must be fasting 4 hours before the x-ray. Finally an arrogant man fetched me to the x-ray room, he put his hand on my shoulder as if we know each other, while walking through the corridors, very strange character. 
A type of a magnet camera
I was placed something like this inside the camera
I was told to lie on the x-ray table, given a call button in case something happen during the operation and he put a device covering my upper body, put on my hearing peotection and drove me into the valve. I was inside about 30 minutes and I think I fell asleep for a while of all the noice. I was finished around 11:30 and my taxi was picking me up T 12:00. I ate the sandwich that I brought with me and bought juice and I felt satisfied. I ate lunch at the hotel before 1:00 PM.
While taking my afternoon rest I just felt blood running out from me. Not now again! Oh my God! too much blood that I got on my pants, my socks and everywhere on the floor that I have to wipe off although I was totally worn out. I was feeling very weak so I went to bed to rest and fall asleep.
Tomorrow will be another hectic day.

Published by queenkeandra

I am a swedish citizen with asian origin, lives in Sweden, entrepreneur, accountant, fashion designer, dressmaker, professional interpreter and translator and from year 2014, I also became a local politician with some assignments from the local government. I moved to Sweden after marriage with a Swedish national in 1986. Two years later we got a son followed by a daughter after 21 months. Satisfied with life in fact, I guess I got all I wished for, it feels I have everything. Being married is not just a bed of roses, the roses have thorns also and you can get it at times but we’ve always been doing pretty good. Kinder and better husband I do not think I can get, everyone has their flaws and life becomes easier if you can accept them. I’m not a perfect person either. I became a grandmother quite young, only 45 years old, was a little skeptical at first but then I loved to be one. Now I am already a grandmother of two, a boy and a girl of 20 months between them, such a great feeling, it feels like it was a replay of my life. When I have both of them at home, it feels like I was young again and is the mother of small children. I can not explain but so damn good it is. When I moved to Sweden I knew nothing about the country, but now it feels like I’ve always lived here. I speak Swedish better than my native language, better in Swedish grammar than my husband, it may sound strange but it’s true. I dream even in Swedish. I hang out with many Swedes, have worked and still working in Swedish companies. I go to the Swedish church though I am a Roman Catholic. We believe in the same God anyway. I’ve adapted pretty well in Swedish society. I think I have to adjust to that country I moved to, not the country or its citizens to adapt to me. Sweden has no responsibility whatsoever that I wanted to move here so I could not demand anything else, but now a citizen, I think I have the right as any other native Swedes. I pay taxes and do my duties as a citizen. I think I am a good role model and a loyal citizen and can fight for my new country.

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