I'm sitting here at 4:30am writting this. I woke up dying of thirst. My heart rate? Ridiculously high, I don't even want to write it here, as I'm so scared of it. This has made me make a decision. I have an appointment on the 28th for an ECG to check my heart out - at Cookridge. It was mentioned that if they admitted me it would be at St. James'. This tells me that they are obviously concerned and with my current state I fully expect them to admit me.
As unpleasant as it will be, to go through two ESHAPs and a stem cell transplant - provided they don't change the regime - I think it needs to be done. I can't live like this anymore, in denial of what's going on. Hoping, and attributing clear cancer symptoms to other things. My immune system is weak, I got shingles. I have had night sweats, although these seem to be improving, for the past few months. And now this, tachycardia, as it is called. Typing Hodgkin's and tachycardia into Google comes up with plenty of results. Not to mention the lumps under my right arm.
I'm hoping my mum will stay over and let my Dad drive back to France on his own, so she can be bring me healthy, and tasty, food to the hospital. And the odd freshly squeezed fruit and vegetable juices.
This sucks. Hopefully I'll be up and running by summer...I'll let you know what happens.
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