I understand I’m more sensative to it, but there does seem to be a lot of people with my form of cancer. Continue reading »
I upset the doctor today. It was the normal 3 weekly checkup and he asked how I was.
My brother-in-law and his wife came to visit, for a few days, which was very pleasant. For their last eveing they said they would like to take us out for a meal. Continue reading »
This should have been posted in at least 2 separate posts, but things happened! Continue reading »
Well I’m trying to find a euphemism for constipation, and it’s not easy. It’s been 5 days now (hence the mention of All-Bran cake in the last post) . Continue reading »
I thought I was going to have a another bad day today. I had some of my wife’s all-bran cake for second breakfast (One slice keeps you going all day).
It is normally fine, but this time I started to feel quite bad. Continue reading »
I’m back from the chemo, at last. No major problems, just lots of niggles and small delays. The worst bit was when I started to feel a bit spaced out and weird. Continue reading »
To quote Richard Wilson, I don’t believe it. First let me make clear I have no complaint with the staff at The Christie. They deserve praise for sorting this mess these messes out. Continue reading »
In 8 hours time I start the second chemo. According to the medics, finishing this course is one of the biggest indicat0rs of who gets to live. Most don’t finish the course. Continue reading »
I’ve had three days of headaches. They did not respond to my normal migraine treatment, and left me feeling miserable.
Today’s started at 8am. I got downstairs feeling ghastly, an swapped my normal first breakfast of bacon and 2 sausage for one bacon in a bacon butty.
It stayed bad all day, despite paracetamol, until I was sick about 4pm on an empty stomach. After that it all cleared up, and I now feel pretty good.
The best guess is that the antibiotic I have been taking for an infected finger has “headaches” listed under common side effects. Today was the last tablet, so we will see what happens tomorrow.
Meanwhile, since Beryl’s post I have walked around the block and eaten 2 helpings of an excellent stir-fry.
But I too am weary of this long story of niggles, setbacks, worries. There is 9 weeks 2 days to go, and then on the last day of November I will take my last tablet.
On the first of December I will celebrate.