An early appointment in RT this morn meant having to wake before 7am (was like having to get up for work - not nice). Got thru salisbury quickly and arrived early at hospital. Only 2 other people waitng so decided for first time to be sociable and talk, rather than keep myself to myself. It soon became apparent how lucky my type of cancer wasn how lucky I was that I had found it early and how lucky I am that I have a plan that will make me better. My new 'friends' were much worse off - second round of chemoradiation, chronic back pain and no cure. We spoke about What is lucky? It soon became apparent that luck is relative to your circumstances. I felt myself extremely lucky not to have to go through chemo, they felt they were lucky when their bloods matched and they could actually receive chemotherapy on their planned appointment. I feel unlucky to have been dealt cancer, but lucky that I am better off than most. I won't lose my job, my family unit will be stronger for the journey, my liver and kidneys are having a break from the booze and I should lose a few pounds in weight (that'll be a first over Christmas!). So, there I was having a nice chat when Gordon my radiologist popped out like Mr Benn telling me that I could be zapped early. I felt lucky for the privilige (and for not having to waste more time in hospital) but unlucky that I had to say farewell to my new friends in a rush. Anyway I was in and out in a jiffy, so much so that my driver was caught mid MacDonalds and came to pick me up with his carry out. Dropped off at home before 10am meant I had just over three days of not having treatment - Yay, chance to recover (lucky lucky lucky!). An afternoon out with my wife watching judo and then home for some chiclen and creamy mash, followed by a cup of tea and a fresh cream bun - lucky I hear you scream at the screen. Not so I am afraid, infact it was unlucky because I can hardly taste anything??? So, all in all, today has been both a lucky and an unlucky day 13, but it is the weekend and Lotto tomorrow (are you feeling lucky?)
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Short comment Dave. At first, when I was diagnosed with prostate cancer and was told there were already bone secondaries, I called the mets "weeds". As a gardener at home I'm always fighting weeds in the flower beds and lawns. So I called my anti-hormone tablets "weedkillers". As with such things, they didn't kill the weeds. So it's fighting the enemy now. Ammunition: magic rays, chemo or change in AH drugs. I too was called in early for my first dose of RT because I arrived early and they "took pity on me sitting around, chatting"! I think we may have a lot in common even though our cancers are completely different.
