Today was the start of cycle 3. 12 hours of utter boredom while poison being shoved into my arm – because it is even more poisonous to the cancer than to me.
They are fanatically carefull to minimise the risks, and check everything within sight (and within site) to reduce the risk, but atth eend of the day, it’s poison, and I’m full of it.
What is means I get:
- more ability to eat what I want
- less risk when they come to do the operation
- a big increase in my chances of survival
It also means:
- Loss of appitite
- Constipation
- Tiredness
- Baldness ( till it grows back – assuming I can keep the Secret Redhead at bay)
- A nasty outbreak of GOMS (Grumpy Old Man Syndrome)
To others it has meant far worse suffering, and 40% drop out before it is complete.
As I said before, I take the risk, after all when the alternative is a dead certainty – why not. All I need is the bottle to stay the course. It probably is a good job I did come off the booze 50 years ago, or I might be looking at a bottle for just that purpose.
And today was tedious. We took books and audio books. (Excellent Doctor Who book – except that we’ve got throught the first of 8 CDs and we still have not met the Doctor.)
But there were two good sides. I gained 1.3Kg to 84.6 Kg. That’s just over 2lbs 13 ozs. I spent part of the boredom working that converison out to 2dps.
And a nurse overheard us discussing our latest Murder Mystery plot (Green Cyanide if you need to know) and wanted to know more. Fortunately we had just settled how the Murderer gets detected, and we were able to get a contact at The Christie who might be worth chatting up to do a charity night for them.
I’m going to bed.
I spent the 12 hours in Christies between writing a psychology paper and playing gin rummy on the computer. I am now an expert player and can keep the computer scores below mine most of the time. what an achievement to beat boredom and de motivation. At least I could go for a walk in the garden and conservatory and meet other people and get away from the awful heat of the chemo ward.
Anyone for a game of cards?