Chemo 1, Round Three

I have been dreading this new chemo, I suppose because it has to be applied for on the Cancer Fund, and is different from the usual cytotoxic preparations.  I kind of thought as this was the third attempt to make an impact it has to be more unpleasant, but it wasn't.  The one that only takes a few minutes was given by the nurse while I was chatting to the palliative care doctor, and I didn't even know I had had it.  The next drug took an hour to run through, cautiously in case of reaction but there was none.  No sore arm, no coldness, no tingling.  The expensive one, Avastin, took an hour and a half but will be less after the next one if I don't react, and I didn't know it was going in.  I had thought that the short infusion had to be done weekly, as that is th e usual regime, but I haven't been written up for that so don't go back to Weybourne Ward  for three weeks.  There is just the matter of getting the fluid drawn off often enough to keep me comfortable, and that should get less on the chemo.

Hooray for chemotheapy!  And I never expected to write that in my blog.

I have one little niggle - which seems a bit picky in the circumstances: why did I have to have a second session of chemotherapy of a kind that makes you feel it might be better to just die, in order to develop secondaries to qualify for me for the regime I started today.  I have to say it feels downright punitive!

I had 6.5 L drained off again on Friday, which enabled me to spend Saturday morning at Splash with the family (No, I didn't go in - they don't allow hippos!)  We went on to Mary-Janes at Cromer for fish and chip lunch, and for tea Mary-Ann and I demolished a dressed crab on slivers of toast.  (I didn't try too hard to find out whether it was low-fibre.)

On Sunday I was able to take my turn leading the worship at our Early Service.  Our good friend Ian took over the intercessory prayers because I knew the time I could stand up was limited, and it worked very well.  It was another of my planned things that I have been able to do, so I felt very blessed.

Now to catch up with some pics.

 Taken on May 25th - 2012, not 1969!










                                                                                                               

We got home today to find two stark naked boys in our garden, full of joy and mischief having been sent out to play fully clothed, and having found clothes were not really necessary for the bath they had decided to take in a very dirty paddling pool.  JAmes was especially excited that they had washed each others hair with the watering can.

Mary-Ann and Dom had giggled from the kitchen window, letting them have this little adventure which is so unhygienic and rebellious.  How else do boys get to be boys these days?