Is it really 2 weeks since the last blog? How time flies.
Since then, as predicted, I’ve found out more about my chemo and as I type the last remnants of the initial treatment are being pumped into me. I’ve got 2 days worth of treatment to be pumped in around about every two weeks, most of which fortunately doesn’t need me to be in hospital for. Too early to start talking about side effects yet I guess so we’ll see how they go…
There’s no doubting that the whole thing is a lot to get your head round – signing the drug authorisation forms and seeing ‘extend life expectancy’ as a reason for administering them isn’t something anybody would put down as a life goal. I’m quite sure it will get a whole lot stranger yet still but we shall see.
The start of my chemo had to be delayed by a week thanks to me having a temperature when I should have started. A minor inconvenience in the bigger picture of things but one that added to a couple of weeks where what I’m feeling like seems to be pretty much summed up by every word in the dictionary. Grumpy, dozy, confused, fed-up, upbeat, depressed, cranky…it got to the point where I tried to prove that every word in the dictionary did reflect how I’d felt lately. However as the first word was aardvark, and I couldn’t relate that to how I was feeling at all, that idea fell apart pretty quickly…
It’s been a bit strange looking forward to Christmas not really knowing how I’ll be affected by the side effects of chemo, or by any requirements for medical appointments. And now there’s the prospect of no Boxing Day sport to escape to either – the idea of Accrington v Crewe has been ditched even in the unlikely event it kicks off. The sub, Leeds v Wakefield, must be in severe doubt. You don’t warm up for summer rugby in -6 heat, and you’d have to question the sanity of anybody prepared to pay £17 to stand out and watch.
Staying with a sporting theme for a minute, if you were wondering after the last blog, Mark Cavendish did get my vote for the Sports Personality of the Year. Although the whole show & build up do give me a bit of concern these days. When it’s all plugged as Spoty all the time, I can’t help but confuse it with Superted’s 1980’s sidekick…
One last thing for you – if you don’t want Christmas songs stuck in your head, just change the title word of Dexy’s Midnight Runner’s first number one to ‘chemo’. Arguably not as effective as ‘you’ve got lovely hair, shame about your face’ to the jingle of the Autoglass advert but effective nonetheless…
It’s not, as you may have noticed, my most prolific or comedic blogging week, so I’ll leave it here for now. I hope you all have excellent Christmases and healthy New Years, and I will catch up with you all in 2011. Take care…
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