Cancer 111

At this point in an innings Mr Shepherd would be balancing on one leg. Superstition has odd effects on people. It hasn’t been a great week. It is now Friday afternoon and I am watching Inglourious Basterds for perhaps the 5th time. It is one of my favourite films.

I had a CT scan this morning to determine what my inglourious basterds are doing in my abdomen. I wasn’t looking forward to it because I have been feeling sick all week, perhaps because of the somewhat messy chemo experience on Tuesday.

Feeling sick still doesn’t affect my appetite. I have no idea why. I feel rotten but offer me meat or ice cream and I will probably say yes. I am only watching a film in the afternoon because I can’t face much else.

I was dreading the scan. I am unable to eat and drink in the morning beforehand, and I like to eat as soon as I am out of bed. Nevertheless, it went fine. I didn’t throw up as I did once when in hospital recovering from my operation ( see some long ago blog).

What did happen was that there was an anmoying man arguing unnecesarily with a nurse. The sort of thing nurses should not have to put up with.

The nurse came to me to remove my cannula. She asked me if I had previously had a scan. I said yes. She asked when. I said my first was when I was in hospital. Yes. She asked if I remembered her. I didn’t. Then she explained. She was the one I threw up on when I decorated the whole of the waiting room with the contents of my guts. It got in her eyes and she had to go to A & E. Apparently cleaning lumps of green puke out of someone’s eyes is very painful. I apologised, but she dismissed it as just part of the work of a nurse. The annoying man heard all this. He said nothing but I hope he was regretting his earlier words.

So, it is time to cross one’s fingers or stand on one leg and hope that my bastards haven’t grown and that my chemo will treat me as normal next time.