My mum went through a course of I think 8 or 9 sessions of chemotherapy, one every month. we thought that the reaction to the treatment the first time was a one off, it wasn't. her body didn't react well to the treatment, it rejected it dramatically. she was in and out of hospitals constantly for the whole 8 or 9 months. her arms have permanent damage in the veins from where the chemo therapy solution entered her body, for a month or so she even had balloon type apparatus that she had to use to stop the veins in her arm collapsing.
After all of that was over there was radio therapy, I was unsure what that was until my mums doctors said it would be a good idea for me to look at the equipment so I can understand what was happening and give me a piece of mind that my mum would be okay. It was a huge machine with a really heavy thick door going into the room, I learned that it was to stop the radio waves escaping out the room and to protect the workers. this made me nervous because my mum would be in the room as the machine was on however, my mum have small tattooed dots on the area in which needed to be focused on, the machine delicately only aimed the radiation at those specific points to kill any remaining cancer cells which had been left behind after the operation and the chemotherapy. Radiotherapy was every week for a few months and we made sure that on the last one my mum was surrounded by everyone who had supported her through the hard time, which was very emotional for all of us but felt needed.
As I said it has now been two years since this whole thing started, her hair has started growing back really well, it is really thick and curly however she doesn't like the occasional grey hair that pops up. the only remaining reminder are the scars and the memories that never seem to leave, the only things I really remember are bad, the rest of those two years are all just a blur.
All the while whilst all of that was going on I was in working hard and studying as usual, a long term relationship ended and I distanced myself from my friends who I regretfully now no longer speak to. I was absent quite a lot of the time as I wanted to be with my mum as none if us hard any clue on the time of which we had, it really made me realise how special people are and that if you are happy don't let them go, time is special so don't waste it do what you wanna do and make sure that you let everyone know how special they are to you.
Really soppy but then again its a hard topic to talk about and I feel like more people should talk about it, it has been televised a lot more recently and I like that a lot, I wouldn't wish this on anyone but its good to get the word out there that people experience this, it is a serious thing in this world and it doesn't have to happen, something can be done and people are working towards it so please, I don't want more people to unnecessarily go through what my mum and my family went through, no one deserves this, so its time we take a stand!
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Love you guys,
Becky
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