Our life with acute myeloid leukemia

Just a diary I'm keeping after we found out on 9th June 2010 (our baby's first birthday) that my other half has been diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer and how we get by (hopefully I'll be better with this than I am with a diary :giggle: )

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Permanent Linkby 0_Lisa_0 on Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:46 pm

I went to bed last night with my determined head on. I was sure I could get up today and just ignore the morning sickness, apparently not.
Cue 1am and a police helicopter passing so low overhead it could have taken off the chimney and waking Austin up, well 2.20 and he's still awake and I could kill for some sleep. OH brings him down stairs and I get some more broken sleep until 4 when all goes quiet because A has fallen asleep on the sofa and I think I might get ome proper sleep. Then the stomach cramps start, 30 minutes later I am sat on the toilet, back to bed another 30 minutes passes, the I manage an hour, skip forward to 6ish and I think I'm getting a bit hungry. I pop downstairs get a banana (which I have started the last 5 days with) then manage to go back to sleep until 7 and wake up feeling worse than ever. So today was the first day of my morning sickness being so awful that I was actually sick and it didn't really get any better. Austin has been a ratty little toe rag all day and I have had to run up to the bathroom several times. Eating is not my friend. I don't fancy anything so when I force myself to eat, as you have to, it just results in me feeling worse.
I'm now stuck between a rock and a hard place. I can't eat because I feel so awful but I have to because not eating makes me feel worse. By the time the evening rolls around I don't feel so bad (except today, I could happily crawl under a rock) so I get some food down but this has been the longest week ever and I just want it to end. I want to enjoy being pregnant not resent every second I spend curled in a ball praying I don't have to be sick!
Today pregnancy is not my friend!


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