Do you or don’t you opt for a pic line during chemo?

So, rewind to January when I had my first chemo and I didn’t know what to expect as I didn’t and still do not read the 100’s of pamphlets that they give you, my rule of thumb being I listen to the professionals and do what they say.

Anyway already on chemo one, I had my arm/hand in hot water to find a vein for the cannulae to be inserted so that they could administer the chemo.  Taking bloods was ok but it happens regularly so you get bruises and the more chemo you have the smaller the veins become and remember with breast cancer they only can use one arm.

Then, fast forward ten days and I realised I was neutropenic and spent four days in hospital at which time they had two attempts to get a cannulae in and then to take blood I had over twenty one needle pricks which included trying in my feet.   As a result on being discharged, I demanded a pic line and off I went to the sister hospital Royal Marsden Sutton.

Below is an image of what the pic line is:


Pic then became my new best friend and after a month, I didn’t even know it was their unless someone squeezed my arm or bashed into me.

The pic line has meant that I can give blood, receive chemo, have antibiotics all through the same tube and all I have had to endure is visiting the hospital once a week to have it flushed with saline and the dressing cleaned.

It is visible but its covered by a plaster to avoid infection and then a bandage and for me it is a reminder that I am ill as initially it hadn’t hit home.   I have never hidden it, so its visible to people in the hope that they actually stop to think before they make a comment.  It can make some people queasy as I have witnessed.

The only real draw back is that I can’t swim which with the weather improving is a shame but I have to confess I am not a water baby and for me to swim it needs to be not only very hot outside but the water warm too.  In fact I am adopting my partners rule of thumb it needs to be 25 degrees.

When you shower you need to wear a sexy blue armband but apart from that, you forget about it.

As my chemo is coming to an end, I know that pic will need to be removed but I have already made it clear that this will only be once I am assured no more treatment.

I met many ladies during my sessions who didn’t opt for the pic line some for cosmetic reasons and some because it would draw attention to colleagues at work they were undergoing treatment and everyone is an individual.  I can hand on heart say that having a pic made my chemo more pleasurable – if you can even make a statement like that!

I will now also confess that I didn’t read the literature on the pic line as they took me through the steps before it was inserted and yes there were side effects but the reality is sadly the whole journey comes with a long list of what if’s.  I have Salem, my first chemo nurse at The Royal Marsden to thank for mine.

My tip for anyone considering a pic is to speak to the chemo nurses as they are a fountain of knowledge and they want to make the whole experience as stress free as possible.


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The ever changing image that goes with Chemotherapy … hair loss


Sarah and sarahsarah.before chemo for blog


So, rewind five months when I was diagnosed as having breast cancer and after the initial shock, it was not till I started the chemotherapy in January that I realised that maybe I would be going through a number of changes in my image and the biggest would be hair loss.

The Royal Marsden where I am receiving the treatment offered me a session with a make up company which I did and was chuffed with that as I met some really nice ladies.  They also offered me an appointment with the wig consultant but that was not something I wanted to consider at that point and I lost the number.

So, off I went to see Paul at Kensington Hair care having been recommended him by my dear friend, Sarah D and I started my journey with him.

My initial meeting was after my operation when I couldn’t even wash my hair so I had a couple of hair washes and blow dry’s to make me feel good.

After chemo one, my hair started to fall out and in fact I lost 70% of my hair even though to the outside world it probably looked no different, as I had very thick hair and being tall not many people could see my bald patch.   But I knew the bald patch was their and I knew my hair was thinning so it was not always overly helpful when people told me I was lucky with what I had – lucky but I was going through the treatment not them and I had always had thick hair so it was an emotional change in image that I had to deal with.

I do count myself extremely lucky in this journey as I am now half way as the only side effect that I have experienced has been the hair loss  and not only on my head but I look at that as a saving on razors!

After chemotherapy two, I decided to have my hair cut and created the new look.

march haircut for blog

Then over a period of 7 to 10 days it all started to change, as I went from blond to dark grey, to light grey and then I went from straight to curly, to ultra curly so it was always a standing joke with Hubert and great excitement  when I woke up to know what it would  – the unknown.

My hair also changed as during all this I was advised to use baby shampoo so my hair is all soft, as I refer to bum fluff texture (no comments please).   I also couldn’t use a hair dryer though I have to confess the odd time I did as my head got cold with the bald patch on top and I am not really a woolly hat girl though I have succumb.

The hair loss did it effect my chemotherapy and the use of the cold cap, well after chemo three and them changing my cap,  I swore never again as the headaches were intense afterwards and the iceless that formed after it was removed on my head were unbearable.  However, I did endure the cap again for chemo four last week but had a ceremonial goodbye or even good riddance to the cold cap as I will NOT be wearing that again, that side of vanity has run its cause with me.

So, I have gone to the next stage of hair cut.

April haircut for blog

I preparing myself for the inevitable and what Paul did say was that my hair on the neckline and top of my head was fine like baby hair and had not grown in the five weeks but the hair on the sides and front crown had grown like a weed as normal, so who knows what I am going to expect as I continue the next four sessions of my new chemo regime.

But what has helped me the most through this process, is that Paul is working with me to make me feel good and more importantly look good.   I am lucky that I have had short hair before and in fact prefer it and by going short in stages, if I end up as bald as a coot I am not going to be freaked out.  However saying that, I hope that doesn’t happen and have a few nice Hermes scarves on the ready that my Mum had.

In fact,  when I was at the salon on Saturday we talked about dying it and covering the grey and I said that would have to wait till after Radiotherapy but if I have no hair maybe we dye my head anyway.  He thinks I am mad but you have to have a sense of humour and his professional approach and knowledge of face shapes and what works has made this journey of hair loss a lot less scary.

So, if you are going through chemotherapy and don’t know how to go through the transition of the different looks,  please take a look at Kensington Skincare and speak to Paul as he has been my hero and I still have a way to go.

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What the chemo does to you?

Well I can certainly say that chemo is like an evil spirit it knocks you out and makes you feel like crap.

However, chemo is all part of the journey to recovery and we have to undertake it o make ourselves well again following the cancer treatment and everyone’s journey is different.

I have to put my hand on my heart now and be honest, as  I didn’t really believe I was sick,  I didn’t spend hours on the internet or hours reading the information given to me, most of it went in the bin –  all I did, was listen to my Oncologists and took whatever they said was the bible.   I read or, should I say glanced over the paperwork given to me with prescriptions, always saying I was unique and that the paperwork and leaflets were written for 1 in a 1000 and I was not that.   However, the reality hit me 10 days ago and now I know I am unwell and it’s now about changing the way I think and more importantly live.

The most important part of the journey is to be positive – no negative people and thoughts and to stay focused and surround myself with love.

10 days ago, I got a viral infection after chemo 1 and ended up spending four days in Chelsea & Westminster where I had an experience and a half but that’s not for this email.  But one think I did learn, was just how quickly the poisons get into your system and my white blood cells got screwed up something I don’t wish upon anyone.   Anyway, I left hospital finally having managed to get my blood pressure up only to go for more bloods at the Marsden so in total over 24 injections in 72 hours and I felt like a pin cushion.

Fortunately, I was well enough for a pic line and off I went the next morning to Sutton Marsden and I felt like a new lady, ok a foreign body is in my system for the next 7 or so months but no more needles or at least that was what I led to believe.   Also, now I had a visual reminder I am sick and finally it hit home.  It also doesn’t help with the arm band you have to squeeze into each morning to shower and that every week it has to be flushed not something I plan to learn to do myself.

Round 2 of chemo was last Friday and I was feeling ok, hair was coming out – I have lost about 70% but fortunately I have thick hair.  The rest of my body hair is 90% gone and I have to say that’s a blessing, I’ll save on razors!

2nd chemo did hit me and I have been more tired however, I don’t feel guilty if I need to change plans which is new for me and now it’s about living every day as it comes.    I did the three day pills and then I started the daily injections in my tummy.   Boy I wasn’t prepared for these as basically being pumped with a bogus virus to kick start the white blood cells and the side effect, well it’s like you have had a round with Mike Tyson, quite literally.  Not wanting to cause alarm I slept on it and the next day at hospital had a melt down as I started to panic, I was going to have another viral infection but it was all part of the process.   My chemo nurse is amazing and for the first time I was me, no act, no face to put on, they have seen it all and know the signs and it was for the first time I realised I need to ask for help and not hide and that going for these treatments on my own was a good way forward.

I have spent the past couple of days sleeping a lot and watching crap on telly, yes for those of you who know me I am back on track with Jeremy Kyle!  I have also being talking to friends and fellow suffers and something happened last night, I relaxed and breathed and today I feel back on track.

Emotions go all over, one moment I am crying the next laughing and then I worry how I look, as it all goes to pot but I am still the same old person just battling the ‘PT’ (preventative treatment).    Today, when I got to the hospital I bumped into another Sarah a lady I’d met on the Look Good Feel Better course and it was just what I needed, we both had hit a wall, having a blip but we could laugh about it and work through the unknown the fears as some of these are unspoken but understood.  She is 8 months into her PT having had a reoccurrence and some shocking news that it may have caused damage elsewhere.   I am only 6 weeks in but there is something one shares now with these others and it’s very powerful.

This blog is starting to be like a ramble but I need to share my feelings as it’s not always easy to talk with friends.    I have amazing friends around me who have become rocks for me, I have made deeper friendships with people as a result of this and I have learnt to discard the crap and cherish the good.

I spoke to a lady yesterday who has just completed her 8 sessions of chemo and she has a young family and I take my hat off to her as she had to stay strong for them and knowing what it is like as a child to see a parent unwell I am not sure I could have had her strength – she is an inspiration.

Then, there is Sarah who I thought lived with a partner only to discover today no, she is alone and that must be scary.   I have my Hubert and it only took us 40 years to get together but I couldn’t be without him now, we are going to come out the other side of this journey and be stronger and have the most amazing stories to share which will all be ended off with one fuck off amazing holiday.

Lastly, I must thank Henny at Coming Home where I work two days a week, as for me the working is key and it has certainly given me drive and whereas I may not get to be here as much as I like, over the next few months having a purpose is critical to my personal journey and there are some really exciting projects we are working on.

I’m going to seek help now and start to tackle this PT head on and start by seeing a nutritionist and learn what works and what doesn’t work for my body, as it all helps the white blood count and this is going to be my shortfall.  I am also going to look at complimentary therapies as quite frankly I’ll try anything right now.

My ending comment is to all my friends and colleagues reading this please do check yourselves regularly and if you find an abnormality GO TO THE DOCTOR.

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The new diary of my ‘cancer’ journey

Tuesday 5th January 2016 is a day I will not forget in a hurry, it was the day I returned to The Royal Marsden to meet Dr Roeche and get the treatment plan news for my newly removed breast cancer.   Having returned on Christmas Eve to get the results that they had got all the cancer out when they did the operation on the 15th December so I could have a good Christmas and that I certainly did.

I was told that I couldn’t go on holiday and that hit the hardest.  Already from being diagnosed to the operation has been hard but,  I was planning a nice holiday during or after treatment which was expected to be a few weeks but sadly this was not to be the case and it will be September before I can plan that trip.

The second blow was that I would be signed off work – bollocks to that I said, and I basically told them to measure me up and get the box ready because if they took that off me I would have nothing to work too.  I don’t think they realised just how head strong I am and whereas I will not do anything to jeopardise me treatment if I can work then I work.

The reality however,  was that the tumour was bigger on inspection so grade 3 which is the biggest and it was stage 2 cancer and not stage 1 as initially thought.  So, treatment would be more intense and that I would be starting in two weeks.   It would be 6 to 8 months of chemo every 3 weeks and then a bout of radio therapy for a month to prevent the breast cancer spreading.   Then, I would need a further month of radiotherapy having decided I didn’t want a further operation unless life threatening for the nymph nodes.  Why, because one had been cancerous and this is where it can spread.

What did I think after the Dr told me?  It was shock as not what I had imagined.  But, more importantly ‘fear’, but I kept my head together and heard my mother saying ‘for goodness sake keep it together’.  I went home and that evening as I sat on the sofa with my boyfriend I did have a few tears but shielded  him as he didn’t really sign up for this but I have to say has been an amazing rock and for that I love him.  I do have to tell myself that whereas we have only been together for 4 months we have in fact known each other for over 30 years.

I know that if I want to cry I must cry, if I want to scream to scream and most importantly if I want to be alone to not feel guilty and friends and family will have to get over it.

For a while, I need to become selfish to think only about myself to stay healthy, eat healthy and stay positive.  This will be achieved with my positive healing music that Nadya introduced to me and my healing hippo that sits by my bed which she also gave to me.

When they told me about the chemo and needing a cold cap, I was like, well I will loose my hair so what does that matter.  However, I will be signing up to the cold cap as I have heard of people who just loose eye brows, well that would be one to save on threading!   However, I am going to go and have my hair cut in preparation but not bother to colour and then if I loose it, when it comes back maybe I will come back as a fiery redhead – ooh that would be fun!

The most important think now is to laugh and continue living my life as it is not a death sentence just merely a few months of my life where I need to put my life in the professional’s hands and stay focused and know I will be coming out at the end a strong individual.

To all my friends you have all been amazing and for that I can only say a huge thank you and this is just the start of a journey that will be full of experiences but I know I have you behind me wherever you are.


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Receiving news that change your life in a split second

My journey started six weeks ago and I am only at the beginning of what will be and interesting few months ahead, with no doubt some ups and downs but I am extremely strong in the belief that it is a mere blip in my life and that 2016 is going to be a very good year for me.

So, turn back the clock six weeks when I identified a lump on my right breast and immediately headed off to the doctor and was fast tracked within 10 days to an appointment at The Royal Marsden Hospital.

I had a mammogram and nothing showed up, the excuse was I was too tall for the machine – really was my response.  So, next it was a scan and that showed the lump and immediately I was told it was 2cm and not a cyst and immediately had a biopsy which was interesting, as the sound of the test was like a staple gun and they did three times!

Then it was to meet the doctor who would be my surgeon and she said that she was 85% sure it was Cancer but would confirm to me two days later once results back.   The next 48 hours were sleepless but to be honest in my hearts of hearts I knew the outcome and my immediate reaction was, just cut it off.  She then explained in detail, that it was the most common breast cancer and that I had caught it early and it was a simple operation where they would remove the lump and that I was lucky with its location from a cosmetic point of view.  It all seemed so final, but as she explained,  1 in 8 women of my age get breast cancer and every case is unique, something I heard about 18 months ago when my mother was diagnosed however the success rate is very high.   Having experienced breast cancer with my mother 23 years ago when she was 46, I wasn’t totally surprised of what to expect however she opted for a mastectomy and never had further treatment.

It didn’t really sink in initially but I knew I had to be strong and be logical and I think the fact that I have been working at Maggie’s helped, as I had spoken to some amazing ladies while getting stories for Culture Crawl who had come out the other side as they say.  However, when I went to go to Maggie’s West London to get information and speak to one of the nurses it wasn’t easy, as suddenly I was the patient and not the volunteer who made coffee and tea around the kitchen table, but once I had taken the plunge it was fine and I know that this centre will become part of my healing process.

My first thought was not of death but what would happen to my new relationship and would /should I tell him that he doesn’t need to stay with me.  Stupid maybe but my insecurities started to raise their head however, when I told him I got an unexpected but expected response which was, I will be at your side the whole way and as a result we have got closer.

Who knows what journey I am about to embark on and I know for sure that I do not want sympathy and to be wrapped in cotton wool.  Christmas is going to be hard enough to deal with, with my sister’s separation and the kids first Christmas without their Dad and it is really the first Christmas without Mum.    But we have Christmas sorted and I am looking forward to having some long walks and catching up with friends.

I now have my perfect job lined up working for a military charity, Coming Home (Haig Housing Trust) helping wounded serviceman with adapting their homes which will be three days a week.  And, the servicemen that we help are inspirational and if they can come back after loosing limbs to lead a normal life, I will come out the other side too.

My flat is finally all sorted after the summer leaks and after an initial nightmare when I chose the wrong paint colour, wanting a champagne tone however, not realising I had in fact chosen a pink which was  definitely not happening.  So, in stepped a girlfriend and now I have ‘pebble’ which is stunning and has created warmth which is what I needed.

So far the Royal Marsden have been amazing and as next Tuesday gets closer when I have the operation, I am sure the anxious thoughts I am having will start to raise their heads but the Cancer nurses will be on hand as will my friends who have all been rocks.

I have had a dream a couple of times since I was diagnosed, where I am the lion in the Wizard of Oz, so this weekend I will be downloading the film and watching it as, it must have a meaning.

Why have I written this post, well I needed to share my experience and I have always found it easier to write it down than to talk?   For some, they may not believe that, but while I nursed my mother through Cancer what kept me sane were the weekly emails to all friends and family with the ups and the downs as nothing is black and white.

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Where does a year go after loosing your best friend and mother?

mum at her 70th

Today, marks a year exactly since I lost my mother and best friend to pancreatic and liver cancer following a short battle.  Sometimes it feels like only yesterday but other days it feels like a lifetime since I had my Sunday night phone call, about our weeks had gone and heard her gossip and I really miss that.

I never thought I would be someone who would talk out loud and have conversations with her but I do and I know she is out their watching over me and in the last twelve months I have certainly gained strength.

Strength to believe in myself and not need constant reassurance from a authorative figure and I have also learned how to toughen up and build boundaries.  However, not all my friends will agree but how to you change your ways after 45 years!

On a lighter side, I have overcome my fear of spiders and bloody large ones at that and thank goodness for the hoover, sorry for those of you who can catch them with a cup and paper but no way not that brave.

So, what have I done in the year since my mother passed that I know she would have been proud of me for?

Well I have jumped out of an aeroplane to do my skydive for Combat Stress and won’t be doing that again.   I have stopped a thief on the Kings Road and hailed a heroine in the Evening Standard by tripping him up and a quick right hook while holding a baby!   I have had my face on the exterior of the Tower of London, which was a first and was merely a test before the launch of the For Queen & Country campaign for Coming Home.   And, I have done a 15 mile walk for a cancer charity, Maggie’s in her memory.

But, most importantly I have realised that my sister and I are the only two left and we have built a strong bond over the year and I really hope that this will remain as I look to move on from the family home and start a new life in 2016 with my new cottage in the country.

We needed to think of ways to mark our mother and her memory for her friends too and so we have a plaque in the church on a pew next to Dad.    But today, Monday 21st September 2015 we have unveiled a Community Notice Board in Goring at Jack’s (aka Westholme Stores) which will become a central point and I know she would have been pleased especially as it is Conservative blue!

photo of notice board for mum

Memories are very important and I thank all my friends, family and Mum’s friends who have been amazing to me and Catherine and I hope that they will remain part of my life for many years to come.

Lastly, thank you to Simon Campbell who created the memorial board and has become a friend .

This is my Mum which was sent to me by family friends in the summer and i think sum’s her up perfectly.

Mum in Spain driving the boat.

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Rainbow Warriors and Maggie’s West London and Culture Crawl London

rainbow warriors

It’s almost a year , till I will be marking my Mum’s first anniversary and so I decided to mark it by participating in Culture Crawl London for Maggie’s West London.

Mum didn’t benefit from one of the  Maggie’s Centres sadly, as I think it would have been amazing.  They are people’s life lines and are drop in centres where they create a relaxed atmosphere, home from home where they can offer you support, or just a place to reflect and meet people around a kitchen table but the feedback I have had from cancer patients who have benefited, is that it’s a safe haven.

So, rewind three months and I started to volunteer at Maggie’s Head Office working on the event and thought perfect, I am going to take part and do it for Mum and that I did.  However, I managed to rope in seven other friends and we formed ‘Rainbow Warriors’.   The choice of name, came from me, and was based on the motto ‘No Rain, No Rainbow’ that is on my Maggie’s sweatshirt which I saw as inspirational.

My team members were all walking the 15 miles with me to remember a loved one so it was really special to have friends with me and I was making them all dress up.  We all had to raise £200 and we managed to reach our target so really chuffed.

Now, we fast forward to yesterday, Friday 18th September and the walk itself.   As a volunteer, I was to arrive earlier to help set up, so off I headed on the tube from Earls Court to St Pauls ready for the walk  and of course got a lot of looks!

Start of Maggies, tube attire.

We all congregated

team 'Rainbow Warriors'

and then  headed off at 6.30pm from Paternoster Square, stopping at some iconic venues along the way

Maggies Culture Crawl

from the Foreign Office where we had a Royal Ballet performance to Maggie’s West London.  We then did a slight de-tour as we went from a team of 6 to 4 and decided to go back via the Old Brompton Road to see who we would know and ended up with a quick pit stop in the Zetland Arms, not a pub we would normally go to.   This was an interesting experience!   We got a bottle of wine and sat down to rest our aching bodies.  As it was now 11.30pm, I asked a chap ‘excuse me please, what was the rugby score’ only for him to hear ‘excuse me please, can you rub me’ errrr, so we drank up swiftly and moved on as some strange people their with arm wrestling also going on behind us and men taking shirts off (not attractive, trust me).  As we left and said farewell to one more Rainbow Warrior, a Canadian/Texan chap ran after us to tell us he’d bought us a bottle of Verve and we had to stay well you can’t waste that so hence we had the hour or so pit stop.

Zetland Arms having been bought a bottle of Verve

Following this pit stop it certainly put a skip into our walk and at the next stop which was the V&A it was interesting.    Sadly, I can’t really share our story here but think large statues of Greek gods and a photo booth!    From here it was to the Serpentine Pavilion for the amazing exhibition where we did an interview and my fellow Rainbow Warriors were asked to be quiet and let me be the spokesperson, though if truth be none I was probably the most tipsy as I was running on major lack of sleep but then I was Eloise.

Then, it was the home stretch along Knightsbridge where I had to rest on the flower pot outside Rolex as The Mandarin Oriental was not going to let us three in for sure!

Sarah on flower pot on Maggies Walk

Then it was the Royal Academy for a much needed chocolate biscuit and then the last ¾ mile to Covent Garden.   By now it is 2.30am so Leicester Square at this time is not a place for three ladies!    We spent a lot of time shouting back at the drunks who thought we were on a hen and therefore up for a party, err no, we were in fact tired ladies verging on madness as we ached from the 14 ½ miles plus we’d walked.

On arrival at Covent Garden we were grateful for a glass of champagne or were we?  My life line was the bacon sandwich which was yummy and receiving my medal.  We had done it and all in 8 ½ hrs.

We certainly attracted attention with our attire along the route with people wanting selfies with us and taking random pictures.   We said farewell to another Rainbow Warrior leaving two of us trying to get a night bus but after getting chatted up, asking if we had come from heaven – really!  It was time to jump in a taxi and get us home pronto and I finally climbed into bed at 4.45am.

Today, the injures are blisters on a big toe and heel and rather than match sticks keeping the eyes open, I am now resulting to scaffolding for my eyes.

Thank you to Maggie’s London for putting on the event and I just hope we have raised lots of money and thank you team ‘Rainbow Warriors’ for marking my Mum’s first anniversary with me.

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