Cancer 163
Posted on December 19, 2024 Leave a Comment
My Hickman line is blocked. I couldn’t get blood out this morning. It would flush happily so stuff goes in, but not out. Effectively a one way valve. I am now in hospital. They too have not managed to clear it – similar yechnoques
Apparently I can still have chemo next week as stuff goes on but not out
This is assuming my bloods are ok. I have had problems with veins since I became ill and today was no exception. Most people tried, and eventually on the ninth jab some blood emerged. Results tomorrow.
Nine jabs and lots of poking and twisting to get the blood. I feel like I have had sex with a hedgehog – not that I have had sex with a hedgehog, but I imagine it feels like this.
My Hickman line is probably broken, so will need replacing. Another cut into my jugular and a line poked into my heart.
I am home now.
If you haven’t tried cancer you should, it is lots of fun.
Cancer 162
Posted on December 18, 2024 Leave a Comment
I feel a bit better than before. I am still up in the middle of the night, I am still tired, I am still changing my stoma, just the normal things in life, but I don’t quite feel that I am going to be dead tomorrow. Life is a roller coaster, though I have never actually been on a roller coaster. When I used to go to Alton Towers there was just a garden and a model railway. I feel negative one day, positive the next. Illness really gets me down, though I am aware that things change quickly.
It is as though my overall control mechanism is breaking down and I am genuinely living day by day. I can’t think that tomorrow will be a better day. Boring, I know, as an observer. Not that pleasant living it.
My hernia is painful. I don’t know whether it is getting worse, but it feels it. I don’t know whether the NHS will try and do anything about it, whether I am worth it. Probably not, but it would be ironic to die of hernia complications when I am riddled with cancer in my abdomen. That would teach them.
Cancer 161
Posted on December 17, 2024 Leave a Comment
It is very tiring. I haven’t slept much for four nights and I am very overtired. The stoma is working overtime and is sore, despite using the honey rings. We are staying away and the bed is too small, so I end up on a chair in another room. Ok, the chair is a reclining chair so it is reasonably comfortable, though again a little small for me. I have fallen asleep in it a couple of times.
Last night I had dreams of a terrible taste. I think it is a real taste from memory but I can’t name it. I know that if I can think of the right word it will settle me, but I can’t and so the taste is overwhelming. I don’t think it is chemo-related, as it is an old memory of a taste. The word is on the tip of my tongue but I can’t grasp it. It has bothered me now for 24 hours.
I am ill. It is a bug. I keep getting bugs and I am getting run down. I can’t help thinking of death, that this is the decline. Yesterday I had a surreal moment of happiness in my decline, that it was all right to die. The worrying thing is that this feeling is apparently quite common in the dying.
I know, I have been here before. I may sound a little obsessed, but that is probably because I am a little obsessed. Just try it, sitting there with dangly bits coming out of your chest, being pumped full of god knows what in order to slow the growth of a monster. It gets to you at times.
Cancer 160
Posted on December 10, 2024 Leave a Comment
Misery Christmas everyone. I am back in the hospital for treatment round 29. I am surrounded by , Christmas trees, fake jollity and tinsel. Noddy Holder and Bob Geldoff are back moneymaking, amd there is a desparate attempt to forget what a state the country and the world are in,. People even seem to think that the toppling of Assad is going to lead to a better life for Syrians, forgetting that Assad was originally supported by the West and that the Islamists who have taken over support the Taliban! Welcome, Syrian women, to the world of extreme inequality and no rights.
I have a bit of a cold. The problem with having a bit of a cold when you have cancer and are undergoing chemotherapy (apart from making you a bit of a miserable bugger, see previous paragraph), is that instead of snuffling, coughing and getting on with things it makes you feel like you are dying. OK, I am dying, but hopefully not of this cold. It is difficult to describe but there is a general dysfunctionality about the body, a desire to sleep, sickness, and general internal discomfort. It isn’t helped by my hernia causing trouble. Whenever I cough – or move – it is painful. I reach down to the floor like an unfit 80 year old. I strained myself the other day by playing with the cat.
Funny, isn’t it,. how only a few days ago I was lively and looking forward to beating the world record for the number of rounds of chemotherapy and now I am back to thoughts of death. The psychology of cancer really does have elements of manic depression, though not that manic, more of cheerfulness followed by misery, which brings us full circle back to Christmas! The main cheerful aspect of all this is that my next round of chemo is 24-26 December, so I can justifiably avoid the main event. After that I hope to take a treatment break and get a little healthier. Wild January holidays here we come.
Cancer 159
Posted on December 7, 2024 Leave a Comment
I have already mentioned being discharged from the district nurse service. I have now gained a strange satisfaction from independently doing my own bloods.
It is a strange feeling taking blood out of your own body, especially doing it when there is no one else in the house. I didn’t have to put a needle in my vein or anything complicated, just use my Hickman line.
Nothing went wrong. I took the blood samples, labelled everything, and put them in a specimen bag, then took them to the GP surgery next door. That was it.
Yesterday the consultant rang and told me my blood results – basically I am still boring, all results as normal as can be – but I was inordinately pleased because I had taken the sample. Small things.
We then discussed treatment. I will have number 29 next week, and then number 30 on Christmas eve, which means I will be on the bottle Christmas Day and Boxing Day. Not a problem for an atheist who stopped enjoying parties the moment he gave up alcohol. The consultant asked about chemo disconnect on Boxing Day. I told him I would do it. He seemed surprised. I am not sure why as we have previously discussed it. Anyway, it is easier than taking bloods, just disconnect the bottle from the line and put it in the bin.
Next, how I learn to administer my own chemotherapy – ot perhaps not.
In the New Year I will be taking another break from chemo. My third since starting. I am hoping to take more breaks, but it is important to balance the benefits of chemo – keeping the cancer controlled – and the benefits of a break – not feeling like shit a lot of the time.
Anyway, I like my chemo. It is enabling me to reach my two years since diagnosis next month. Life expectancy on diagnosis, two to two and a half years. Sod that. The record number of chemo rounds is 132. I have a long way to go yet. Two six week breaks a year, so 14 rounds a year, 30 already completed at the end of this year. I will be nearly 70 by the time I get into the Guinness Book of Records.
Dr Nigel Hunt 