Well, as you can guess by the title, I wasn't able to have chemo today. Clearly, I had a sneaking suspicion that would happen but I was still gutted, still am.
I didn't see my usual oncologist, as she was on leave, so I was quite nervous and irritated, as obviously she knows my history. The one I saw had read my notes, but still needed me to explain everything that had happened. We then spoke about the possibilities - have it in my rubbish arm but risk it flare up again, have it in the left arm and risk lymphedema, delay it and get a PICC line in me. I don't want a PICC line and I didn't want a delay so I said, let's try the rubbish arm, and if that doesn't work, risk the left.
However, she then took another look at my arm which is all blotchy still and said she needed a second opinion. The next oncologist (I guess!) said no, we shouldn't risk it and I need a PICC line. Words rhyming with duck and pit flashed through my brain. The one I am getting requires a local anaesthetic and surgery, as it's in my chest. So now I get to wait for that appointment to show up - not even sure which hospital will be contacting me - and get that in. Hopefully it will be in the next week and I can get my chemo next Tuesday. So keep everything crossed for me still!
I don't have much hope of it being in the next week though. But hey ho, it means I have at least a week of feeling vaguely normal!