Sad but it not my fault… promise.

Hi Mr U 

I confess I am on an extended holiday in Turkey - i was looking forward to reading your blog as normal but then they had "gone". As we are 2 hours in front and I am on "holiday" I have just logged back on!! Flippin heck I need to know - I hope all is well!

Kind Regards - Brian.

I’m very well, tired but all went ok. Meanwhile a moderator deleted the whole blog after I flagged up a misplaced posting on my blog last night and the team has been working all day to try and think of a way to get it back. It’s not been an easy day for them or me. They say Monday they can sort it out but I might just spend my waking hours putting all 99 posts myself. But for you and the others that have not got their answers from post 100 I will add it below. It’s written before today’s chaos so believe me when I say the last bits are what I still believe in, despite the chaos. Thank you and everyone for reading.

Post 100: Celebratory Centenary.

It’s just a number.

• C, 100, Century, Centurion, Centenarian.

It’s just another post.

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I’ll blow out the imaginary candles on my imaginary cake at the end of today’s hundredth daily blog; I promise.

The imaginary cake is yours to imagine but it has to have a hundred raging little twisted light-blue and white striped candles burning brightly causing the cake and the blog space to be lit up.

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How weird is my mind to think that I should celebrate a number. The Romans gave life to the numerals I still love them since the Classics I was forced to learn in my first year at the comprehensive school, and the C says it all without the fluff.

It’s a total coincidence that today is also a milestone for my cancer chemotherapy timeline too. The third Carboplatin was pumped up my left arm as easy as you like, and the staff were rewarded with a big box of quality-street for their trouble.

I was in and out in a flash.

Best of all the lady, chatty-chatty-bore-bore, that clearly had no off button or volume control, was not there. Whoopee!

That allowed the fellow travellers I was temporarily with in Bay C (yep another remarkable coincidence- or my poor mind clutching at insignificant details -Bay 100 - Bay C) could relax and rest while their many differing treatments were carefully given by the nightingales on the day-ward day-shift.

Hardly a word was spoken between beds - which didn’t mean nobody cared for each other (more tomorrow); it meant to me that we all respected each other’s space both physically and audibly.

My Carboplatin takes an hour and the before and after flushes are only five or ten minute each so we were door to door in 3 hours. More rest time for me.

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After a light lunch I started to feel that the eyelids were on automatic shutdown and I kept bobbing my head in that sleepy week-neck dying-swan kind of way. I got up to go but as I purposely brushed passed my Darling who was sitting comfortably in the big blue sofa, I said…

“I’m going upstairs to be alone with my Carboplatin”. I laughed maniacally at my fantastic joke (in my mind it was funny) and she looked up a smiled without jealously or humour and replied,

“rest well, call me if you want anything”. Plain and simple, just like that.

Disappointment was written all over my face as you can imagine.

Well that’s nice isn’t it.

I make a great effort in being a happy hubby with a great sense humour and I go down like the Titanic in fast forward.

Girls and boys harumph! We come from different planets sometimes. 

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So we had, and are very happy to share, great news today and I want to keep this post positive as it’s a bit of a milestone.

My PSA has dropped 124 

Nobody mentioned my bloods so I presume all is good otherwise I would not have had the poisonous infusion 

I feel like the back and rib pain is now under my control. 

I have 24 pills to take for the next three days (then back to the usual 18) but I really think they are all warranted and helpful. 

We have another valuation on Tuesday (when I should be over the worst of the chemo tiredness) which will be the second one. 

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Huff, Huff, Huff, Huff, Huff, Huff,

Hufffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff, and all the imaginary blue wax candles have been blown out- without any spiting, no burnt nose, no smoke inhalation and no fire alarms or sprinklers were set off.

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I’ve hopped back on the bus and I’m now half way there at last.

Thanks for holding my hand as you read about my worried and my unworried moments as I travel this otherwise lonely path.

I’m never alone because of the Macmillan community (forum). 

I’m part the Macmillan family.

Thank you