I was kindly invited onto a closed group on FB for women who are a various stages of breast cancer treatment or remission and who are British and live in France. It's a fantastic, supportive, kind group of women and a place where we can say anything we like and everyone understands. There's also a lot of typically British humour.
A thought today for one of the members (the person who invited me to join the group) who went to hospital for her 4th chemo, which is apparently a notoriously nasty one which she was nervous about.
It turns out that she was highly allergic to the treatment and shortly after it was administered, went into anaphylactic shock and passed out with severe chest and abdominal pains. The nurse had temporarily left the room but other patients in the room who were also receiving treatment pressed the alarm button and probably saved her from more serious consequences.
I felt so bad for her; we had our surgery almost on the same date and I was shocked that she had to go the chemo route. Typically British and unselfishly (I thought) is that she was more worried about the other people in the room seeing her fall ill, some of whom were receiving chemo for the first time.
She's recovering and will recieve different treatments that are less intense but she must be feeling very shaken tonight.
Thinking about her.
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