The third week of chemo was delayed because my white cells were knocked for six. Even the smell of food made me throw up. I lost a stone and a half throughout this period. They finally threatened me with intravenous feeding which is when I then took on cornflakes – absolutely all I could eat. To this day I can’t eat them because of their association with that horrible time.
Back home I just sat with my bedside friend, the bucket, weakened, sick and totally hairless. I looked yellow and ill with sunken cheeks – not from the cancer but the chemo.