Well, this is “fun” …… Some side effects have kicked in, and I use that phrase advisedly.
I had great energy on Friday and Saturday with no sign at all of having had toxins pumped into me during my first chemotherapy session on Thursday, but on a wee walk on Sunday things began to change.
I am a good walker, so, even though I knew my fitness would have been compromised by the four operations in the past few weeks, I was a bit surprised at feeling depleted after about a mile and half over flat ground, but didn’t assume it meant much.
My partner, our fellow ‘Intrepid’ and I were having a good day out with plenty of laughter as per usual, and I felt confident that all was right with my world, feeding my soul on the simple beauty of the Loch . The peace of mind that comes with being outdoors and having fun with great friends is the best therapy for any malaise in my opinion.
Later in the evening I started getting weird crampy feelings in my feet which developed into lots of achy but sharp twinges in my legs as well. My first reaction to the cramping was to describe it as being like neuralgia but at the same time it still felt muscular. Perhaps ‘weird’ is the closest description – almost as though I could feel something travelling inside them.
It was making me twitch as the twinge aches got stronger, which became very disconcerting and I had a bad night sweat.
All day yesterday it was the same with occasional, additional feelings of weakness in my legs, then in the late evening the sensations were also in my hand and occasionally my abdomen .
We read the Cancer Treatment Guidelines from the start, which have a traffic light system to advise patients. We were carefully monitoring my temperature, ticking (or not) the descriptions of the various symptoms, and I still seemed in the ‘green column’ but, as the symptoms increased, (I started feeling shivery yet being hot to the touch despite my temperature being normal), we realised it had changed to amber, so I rang the cancer helpline as instructed.
The upshot was I was referred to St Johns Hospital, arriving just after 1am. The assistant advised me to take things for an overnight stay, just in case – ooh, this was getting seriously ‘fun’ now.
The doctor took all the obs and gave me a thorough check-over then, when my blood test results came back okay, I was allowed home at 3am with the proviso that if there was any further concern I contact them again immediately. Actually, to my great relief, the symptoms had died down quite a lot during that period, so it was fine by me not to be staying overnight.
The annoying sharp twinges have not returned but, when resting, my legs and feet are still aching as though I have walked 20 miles, and when I do walk there’s a really weird sensation inside them.
I loved the premise of the cartoon film ‘Inside Out’ with all the wee characters being involved with one’s emotions and memories, and can imagine demented little Pacman type thingies running round my veins chasing white cells to destroy. By gum, they are clumsy little buggars . I can only hope this “fun” is temporary.