Seventh week of treatment

I am not feeling so well today the 28th of September but I just prepared for my travel to my treatment anyway. I took a shower but I felt so weak that I thought I was about to faint again. After drying myself I went directly to bed to regain my strenght. I rested for about 20 minutes, then I continued to prepare myself. The taxi picked me up at 11:25 AM. The taxi driver didn’t drive so well, sudden braking, jerky, unnecessary overtaking, etc. I felt even sicker, I was totally exhausted. I arrived at the radiation ward at 1:30 PM, half an hour shorter than ordinary travel time from home to the hospital. It was anyway positive since I was called for my turn almost immediately, I didn’t need to wait for my scheduled time which is 2:50 PM.

The taxi picked me up and drove me to the hotel. I was so hungry but I don’t have apetite. I ate cheese dodles and I got cramps in my stomach. Aside from this I am also suffering from diarrea that take all my strenght, have rectal pain that stings so much…Oh my God! when will this to end? It’s so much pain!
This week I only have 3 days of radiation so after my radiation on wednesday the 30th of September, it’s finally home and hoping that I don’t need to come back for any treatment anymore. May this be the last dear Lord!

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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