Well, my feet haven't touched the ground in the last few days!
I've been getting monthly pulses of cyclophosphamide and each time I felt more breathless. After number 5 I came home somehow to the Western Isles and gradually declined further.
Everything was such an effort. I didn't have the energy to even eat or drink.
A visit from the nurse changed all that.
I was admitted to our local hospital, Uist and Barra, and under the direction of the wonderful, caring Dr Hirani in Edinburgh, I am now back home with oxygen.
the oxygen was delivered to my home at 7 last night and I was home by 10.
I've had a visit from OT this morning to offer help and a visit organised for Thursday to survey for stair lift.
I know NHS doesn't always pull together but in my case I can't fault them. Living in a remote area can have its disadvantages I know but it can also have positives. I can't praise all the staff enough for their care and determination to make things easier for me. I'm so proud of them.