I'm Jojogingerhead, a 31 year old artist & musician based in Brighton (UK) satirically documenting the highs and lows of my secondary triple negative breast cancer diagnosis. Trying to see the light in a dark and scary situation without using the words fight, battle, journey or survivor.
Is this monstrosity in the Sussex Cancer Centre supposed to help women feel better about losing their hair? Because it made me want to gauge my eyes out with a wooden spoon so I didn’t have to look at it whilst waiting for chemo…
Seriously, who on earth in their right mind would think that this THING would help any cancer patient feel better about having chemo and hair loss. I vote that we burn her Wickerman style and stick her charred remains on a pole outside the hospital. That might scare the seagulls away.
I had my first treatment of Carboplatin/Gemcarbo chemotherapy yesterday in the Sussex Cancer Centre. My previous chemotherapy treatments last summer (FEC-T) were carried out in the private Montefiore Hospital in Hove (only because they ran out of room at Sussex). And wow what a difference there is in public/private hospitals. Needless to say, all went fine and rather quickly, the nurse managed to cannulate my hand immediately which is a first.
Tomorrow I have a minor operation under general anaesthetic to install a portacath which means that I don’t have to have my hand cannulated any more and makes it much easier to give bloods and receive any IV medicines. Right, I’m off out now to enjoy a steak and a glass of wine before nil by mouth starts at midnight.
Over and out.