Well hubby has just finished cycle 18 and only another 7 more to go, roll on November. The good news is that for the third time in a row the docs have not found raised tumour markers - this is the first time in over four years that they have got the markers to the point were they are undetecable, and we have everything crossed all of the time.
Hubby is having a bit of a rough time with the dreaded side effects but he just seems to see it as all in a days life of late but he can't wait to get the hick man line removed later this year, it has been in for 14 months now and it can be quite restricting and itch as well. I feel like his mum - keep seeing him through the corner of my eye scratching and then I tell him off. Oh what will we do when it's gone?
Next month it will be fifteen years since our journey began and it never entered my head that we would still be doing this so many years later but I must be grateful to be able to say that even if it is in a moaning way sometimes. Our children started this journey with us as babies now we have a young man and woman living with us and I have to say how proud I am of them both.
Don't get me wrong they still have their faults, they still have mood swings etc but even though their lives have never really been normal and they have spent many months having their life restricted in one way or another they have both turned out to be good kids. The are loving, caring, respectful and considerate and I am so proud to be able to say they are mine.
Hubby asked his docs way back in 1995 that he wanted his wish to take his son to the pub at eighteen and to see his daughter become a woman heard. The docs could not make that promise and there has been many times I thought it would not happen but wishes do come true, sometimes anyway.
My only hope is that now the kids are nearly grown up that me and hubby get sometime together to be a couple. I do hope the same happens to me and I get my wish as well.
Ray
