Dad had his mid chemo (3 months of chemo then a scan) today. The tumour has shrunk, by 25%, we are all so thrilled, the chemo is working. We now he will never be free of it, but its shrinking and that means that we have longer with him.
Well even my Dad said it wasnt as bad as he thought it would be, despite a fair bit of waiting around the actual chemo process took about an hour, which pleased Dad immensely.
Dad being Dad of course wanted to get down to his local for a pint afterwards, guess that'll never change.
We spent some of the wait in the Macmillan centre at the hospital which was much more relaxing and less clinical than the chemo waiting…
Well after 6 weeks of uncertainty and anguish, Dad will finally start chemo on Monday. He is relieved that something is at last moving forward in a positive way.
He had a CT scan yesterday so that they have a starting point, he will do 3 cycles of therapy (chemo once a week for 3 weeks then one week off) and they will scan again to see where we are at.
I have noticed that he is feeling pain more now, which as I am…
