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My low haemoglobin level and the recommendation to have a blood transfusion came up again at my ninth chemotherapy session. While I am still resistant to the idea, I am also aware that there is a possibility that one of the three remaining chemotherapy sessions may end up being delayed if I don’t have one. As I have 12 May circled in my calendar as the end of chemo, and I have already bought the T-shirt, I do not want to risk that happening.

But each session is taking more courage, grit and determination to turn up to, and my reserves of these qualities are becoming quite depleted. It is all becoming quite overwhelming, and a six-hour blood transfusion seems like another huge hurdle. However, having now talked through what’s involved with one of the oncology nurses I have more or less decided to agree to a blood transfusion when I turn up to my next chemotherapy session next week.

At the moment being a cancer patient is taking up far too much of my life and quite frankly I am sick of it. I am so looking forward to life after chemotherapy, to being able to eat and enjoy food again, and to having more time to spend with family and friends, especially now that I am only working part-time.

Roll on 12 May!