New hairdo, the sweats and more waiting!

A couple of days before the stag do, my friend Maddie popped round to cut Mike’s hair. When she was finished with his hair she asked if I wanted her to try and cut my wig. At first I was like 'there’s no point as I don’t think I would wear it' but then I thought OK let’s give it a go as I've got nothing to lose. I think I was just so disappointed last time I came out the salon when I first got the wig that I didn’t wanna get my hopes up again. So I washed it and put it on my head and she carefully dried it and tried to straighten it as much as possible. Then she cut it for over an hour. She cut it so carefully and precisely that she managed to get it really short but without any of the wig bits visible and she did a brilliant job. She cut it to what my hair used to look like and my style. I was so pleased with the result and I couldn’t thank her enough. Finally I feel like I could wear it and feel comfortable going out with it on. The real test was going to be the stag do as that is the first time I will be going out drinking since I got back from Canada.
The stag do was great. We got there on the Friday and the first night was going to be a chilled one, just so we can get to know the town. We were in Torquay and I didn’t wear my wig out the first night until I figured out what the people and crowds were like that were out there. The second night I wore the wig and I must say I felt so comfortable walking around and I felt like I looked my age and people were not staring which was my main concern. I’ve been really worried about people looking and staring and trying to figure out if it was a wig or not. When we were back at the hotel I asked one of the waitresses that was talking and joking with us to be honest and if she guessed I was wearing a wig. She seemed genuinely shocked that it was a wig and didn’t believe me. This was the best compliment ever to Maddie and a big boost of confidence to me.
On the stag do we also did a bit of quad biking and clay pigeon shooting. Quad biking was great but it scared the crap out of me. I just felt like I was going to overturn at every corner and smash my pelvis but luckily they are sturdier than what they look and feel. Clay pigeon shooting was really good too, I was a natural and that’s probably due to my Eastern European background haha.
The first week after chemo, I have figured out that my toilet troubles start exactly a week after the chemo and last for 5 days with day 3 being the most painful. I have also figured that if I take Paracetamol and Tramadol, it helps with the pain but the annoying this is, it makes me sweat so much. This is apparently called ‘pain sweats’ and are normal but I end up sweating bucket loads which is not normal. At the end of the day though, I’d rather have the sweating than the pain. This was the only major side effect which I experienced this time around so I’m happy with that.
The Thursday when I went back to Southampton hospital to see my consultant, I was hoping to finally get the results from my MRI and CT scans. Unfortunately my consults was not in and I didn’t get any results. One of the nurses that work closely with him, informed me that its very likely that I will be having radiotherapy before the surgery as Stanmore the hospital where I will be having the surgery have found it a lot easier to operate after radiotherapy has been performed. The only downside to that is, it’s a very tedious process. It involves going into the hospital every day Mon-Fri for 6 weeks and it might have to be Southampton rather than Poole. This would get so draining and frustrating. The plan is still not in place so I will worry about that when I know for sure. This decision also affect when I am going to have a new line put in as at the moment they will have to give me the chemo through a cannula which is not ideal.
So time for Chemo 5 now… the one that is next to last and also after this one I will be having a 4 week break rather than 3 YAY. :)