I live alone and I've now had my 2nd chemo. I ended up phoning for an ambulance last week as my temperature was 39.9 and I was too ill to drive myself to hospital. I now have a chest infection and cannot believe how ill this has made me. (I'm 56 with OC level 3 grade c).
I've finally conceded that I cannot live alone with cancer and chemo as I'm just too vulnerable and too ill after chemo.
I've given notice on my flat and making plans to move in with my sister who has been asking me to move in with her. I guess I just didn't want to be a burden on anyone let alone having a life threatening disease. I've decided to forget about my independence and being stubborn and have given myself 6 months to stay with my sister, be safe and cared for in my moments of vulnerability. Having cancer is bad enough, having cancer and living alone is hell and I don't want to do this anymore. I need someone there when I can't sleep, when I breakdown sobbing my heart out as have no idea where this journey is taking me. I just need kindness and support in my dark moments and just maybe in 6 months time things will be different and I can look back at all this in a distant memory.