Cancer 196

I never did like roller coasters. Not that I have been on a real one, only the physical and emotional one that I am living through right now. Things have changed since my last post. Instead of moving on to the new (and final) treatment I am remaining on the original treatment, as the cancer growth was not determined large enough to make the change. Wahay! So I am back in hospital for my 37th round of chemotherapy today – assuming that my line is still working. I have little faith in the lines paced in my body. Not one of the 5 or 6 has worked properly. The current one, supposedly the best, failed at removing blood samples immediately because it is slightly wrongly placed and has myelinated. As it has not been used in a month or so I wonder whether anything can be put in. We will see in a couple of hours. The other problem is that I am having some abdomenal pain, but I won’t tell them that, will I? Just in case they refuse treatment. It is affecting my eating, which can only be a good thing.

Hospitals. I this is my fourth working day in a row. On Thursday it was Ilkeston for blood sampling, on Friday Derby for the consultant, Monday the radiotherapy consultant, and today Derby for chemotherapy. To say I am sick of it would be rather an understatement, but I put that against a faster termination of life and I keep on coming.

I am now awaiting a scan for the radiotherapy. They need to check the location of my bowel and my cancers. After that I will get one week, Monday to Friday, of radiotherapy to try and reduce the lump that is by the side of my stoma – and causing a bit of jip. That will be a fun week, Derby hospital five days in a row.

Oh well, at least the hospital has an excellent restaurant. Oh, sorry, that was my positive outlook on life on overdrive. The restaurant is terrible. Poor quality unhealthy food (I like my unhealthy food to be of good quality), though the tea is OK.

That roller coaster, as Ronan Keating said, we just have to ride it.