Today, I got a text from my dad to say, ‘We’re back in the CUH again; they may keep her in tonight. She’s very weak and a bit nauseous’, to which I replied, ‘Thanks for letting me know ❤️’.

This year, she’s probably spent around eight to ten weeks in hospital. The cancer treatment has caused a lot of side effects, including fluid in her lung cavity and her abdomen. A few months ago, she was not able to breathe and needed to be admitted, and the fluid drained from her pleural cavity to relieve the pressure on her lungs and heart. During the summer, there was a build-up of fluid in her abdomen, making it difficult for her to eat, which caused her to lose a lot of weight. That fluid was then drained to help relieve the stress on her bowel and stomach so she could eat.

These setbacks meant she missed many chemo treatments, which are meant to fight the disease, but I feel she’s not been given the opportunity to do that with everything else that’s been happening. It’s been a very tough year for her, and the constant back and forth, in and out to the hospital is both tiresome but now becoming a routine. My dad’s hanging in there, or at least he says he is but when I ask enough questions he eventually tells me how he’s really feeling. I do hope she gets better, or at least to a point where she can go back to the routine she had before cancer.

#fuckcancer