I began my last post (in June!) with “So, with my new resolve to write shorter, more frequent posts, here’s the next one…”
And I did write that one post. Apparently, more frequent posting was not to be. I have been unable to concentrate on anything at all for months. I’m not sure if it’s because of the steroids I’ve been taking since last December, chemo brain, anxiety/depression or a mixture of all of these. The fact is it doesn’t really matter what’s causing it. But it does upset me, sometimes more than others.
So this is a concerted effort to maintain a record for myself and other interested parties and to not let this blog whither and die the death of no posts and no readers. It will not be one of my most literary posts, I’m sure.
Yesterday was 16 November, marking exactly two and a half years post-transplant. It would have passed by unnoticed, if it hadn’t been for Timehop.
Such is my current state that I didn’t feel at all celebratory. I suppose as time passes, surviving becomes less newsworthy. Having said that, I intend to celebrate my three year anniversary in May. I’ve no idea how, but I’m open to suggestions…
A few months ago, I began a post, which was to be a year in photos. I take a LOT of photos. I thought if I could post photos, it wouldn’t require much writing and I could still share my journey. It didn’t happen. I couldn’t concentrate sufficiently to even do that.
So, mentally, this is how it is for me right now…
Partly anxiety – not of anything specific, but possibly due to a sense of needing to do everything I want to do, right now because at some point it could be too late. No one warns you about that side-effect. I suppose there is also a subconscious awareness that a relapse will occur at some point and while I really don’t spend time thinking about or worrying about when that could happen, it must play a part in this low-level generalised anxiety.
Partly effects of steroids – high as a kite; running around doing everything all at the same time, which is not the same as multi-tasking – more like no-tasking, as it is rare for me to actually complete a task. Rushing around; going everywhere; being interested in all kinds of things; taking up all manner of exciting opportunities and putting myself forward for an impossible variety of voluntary and/or creative activities. Speeding even when I sit still – the surface calm is a lie. My mind is usually rushing along like a river in flood, often causing the same amount of chaos. I wear everyone else out with my mania and then finally myself, when I just crash, my mood swings and I just need to sleep and cry a lot.
Partly chemo brain and chemo fatigue – I can’t remember things, I can’t do some of the things I used to be really good at, things that require a very small amount of concentration, my brain gets so very tired so easily and quickly. Any mental task I consider needs to be very quick and easy, otherwise I just fade out and can’t maintain focus. I can rarely remember why I turned around in the kitchen to do or fetch something. I mean literally, as I turn, the thought vanishes into vapour and I’m left in a dither, frustrated and more anxious. That thing I can’t recall may be of vital importance…
Even writing this is making me feel tired and unfocused. I can’t recall all I wanted to write. I think I may have to stop here and just post this and hope I can return to write another day about what is happening physically and medically.