Exhausted. Angry. Mad.
As written previously, I’m on my second cycle of my chemo treatment. Everything’s ok – just like the first chemo – what I felt and what I’m going tru.
However, yesterday was the worst day of my chemo process. 5 times being needle – just because the Dr cannot (or can be said as not good enuff) to find my vein. Sakit, memang sakit – He pricked me 4 times which later on I requested for a different Dr.
While waiting for other Dr, i cried - like a baby. Saat tu rasa nak lari je balik rumah and never turn up to that hospital again. I really felt like berputus asa. ;(
And Alhamdullillah, a female Muslim Dr came. Not being religious racist but I preferred Muslim as he/she will recite ‘Dengan nama Allah yang Maha Pemurah lagi Maha Mengasihani’ before perforate tru my vein.
Moan. Moan. Moan. I can't imagine going through this 2, 3, 4 or 5 more times. I can't think about that right now.
Sad, sad post. Will feel better tomorrow I'm sure.
Oh! I'm almost forgot to write. My levels have dropped! 297.
Alhamdullilah. That’s 15025 down.
Great news! Despite of all, I'm so grateful that this is working.