Cancer 261

Referring back to the rollercoaster ride that is terminal cancer, I am having a reasonably good couple of days, though I am still in treatment. Fingers crossed I have not veen as bad as I was on the last rpund of treatment. The tablets finish tomorrow, then I am in hospital on Thursday for treatment, then I have nearly two weeks off treatment.

That is the good news. The less good news is that I am still worried about my bowel bsing crushed by the tumours – at that point I am dead. I am having an x-ray on Wednesday to see what the condition of the bowel is. Liquids are still getting through, but no solids. It makes me not want to eat, though I don’t have much of an appetite anyway. I am now at the unmanly stage of sharing the wife’s food at a cafe or restaurant, and then only a small portion. I have also had the morphine prescription increased to deal with the extra abdomenal pain I am getting (and the other sorts of pain. I have a full set).

Just to show that I remain an optimist despite what I keep writing in these blogs I like to think that the new abdominal pain is a result of the new treatment giving the tumours a good bashing rather than blocking my bowel.

This week is four days ofnhospital, Monday palliative consultant, Tuesday bloods, Wednesday oncology consultant and x-ray, Thursday treatment. Lovely week. I am trying to actively reduce this by getting palliative home care but much is unavailable as I can still get independently to hospital.

I have also been referred to occupational health and to nutrition. I was told today that because of my bowel I need to eat the things men want to eat but women won’t let them, such as white bread and rice krispies. I should akso eat mince and mashed potatoes and similar things that the wife calls baby food but I think of as delicious.

Good night all, I need to get to bed because my bloods appointment is at 0710 16 miles away. It is a good job I am fit and healthy.