Kezzerbird....I gently woke from slumber and!

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I was 3.40 in the morning, I gently woke from a peaceful slumber to the sounds of my cat purring on the bed beside me, I reached down to stroke it and suddenly realized I DON'T OWN A CAT!!!!!

It was Henry, my faithful stoma bag, grumbling away working on that Vindaloo I had for my tea DOH!...............I went into hospital Friday night for treatment and even though I didn't get my needed PICC line, Terri who is the ward sister managed to fine a vein and put in a cannula with ease (bless her). Fluids started at 9pm, they finished at 9 the following morning, followed by chemo and all the other fluids, I managed to escape after 17 and a half hours of treatment. I spent the night on the male ward with four grumpy old Cornish men who talked about manly things alot, they did speak to me too I might add. The one chap John had his curtain pulled across and didn't see me but the nurse told him that he would have to behave now, because there was a young lady in the next bed to him, (Me young and a lady!) I poked my head around the curtain and said hi and told him I wasn't a young lady, he looked at me and said "You'll do, I have seen worse!" coming from a Cornishman, that was actually a compliment! I laughed to myself when they were talking, if only they knew what I did for a living eh! (For those who don't know....Head  bouncer in a nightclub!)

So that is chemo two done and I am keeping the sickness at bay, thankfully, my treatment is quite harsh but so far it is easy to the last time but I am dealing with one cancer now instead of five, so I am back in again on Wednesday for my Picc line to be fitted and then in next weekend for treatment followed by a CT scan (in theory) to see if treatment is working, followed by 3 more of the same treatment, unless this isn't working, then who knows! The cancer is in the lining of my stomach and I am finding that it feels like something is going on, the muscles are very tight, it kinda feels like I have hands squashing the tumors, weird really, but saying that, it is probably the Vindaloo working, ah who knows!!!...............Well my lovlies, it is 5 am and I think I might try and go back to bed now, I will check to make sure there isn't a cat on my bed first!!!!.....Love and hugs to those who want them as always....Love Carol x

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  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    LMAO Henry the Cat, closest I could come was a website for Henry's Cat a cartoon series on the BBC - check it out http://www.henryscat.com/.

    Keep doing what your doing matey and hope you got a nice lie in without any critters appearing on the bed.

    Perhaps the Daily Mail should do a piece on how cancer makes us hallucinate - turds that move and turn into toads, purring cats that turn out to be a poo bag lol the mind boggles!

    Boingggggggggggggg

    Debedee xxxx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    chemo n curry ...... hey kezz ...maybe the next big breakthrough ? youve got to remember penicillin was found accidently

    tatty bye for now xNx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    well done on getting through the second one.... im afraid if i had`ve dreamt of a cat it would`ve been a nightmare as i have a phobia of them, lol.... you need nice strong flavours when your having chemo dont you... cos everything tastes weird... what you can feel is the chemo blasting that gremlin.... its got the strangle hold on it and taking it down!

    hope you slept well

    liz xxx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Hi Carol,

    I Have a cat that turns into a stoma bag.

    Hope everything is going well with your treatment. You sound in good form considering what your going through,But then again thats the Kezzer/Trudeyou just cant read how you are doing.

    Anyway as long as you have that sense of Humour

    you will still be kicking ass no matter how your feeling.

    Look After yourself  and keep fighting. Dont forget to feed the cat.  Love Jackie.xx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    My Tom-ass was very very naughty on Friday night after I had drunk some beer and some home made wine. I woke up to a full bag and when I got up he fell off! Bloody mess. Then two hours later another bag had come off and messed the bed. I was showering at 4.00 am and Irene was changing the bed. Naught naughty Tom-ass. Now he hasn't bothered since Friday. That's what he does - nothing and then a spectacular show in the middle of the night. I'll be glad when I get on to irrigation. Don't be too hard on the grumpy old men - we are people too! Here's to the end of your nodules.

    Keep smiling,

    love

    Drew

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