Well, it's been a bit of a roller coaster with the liver capsule pain (caused by my advanced secondary liver cancer) over the last week or so. Last Saturday I felt well enough to go to Westonbirt Arboretum to see the lovely Autumn colours - but it proved too much. I was in tears trying to get into the car for the drive back home, it was so painful. At home I took a strong dose of painkillers, but it got so bad that we had to call the out of hours doctor at around 10.00 on Saturday night.
45 minutes later he drove up like a knight in shining armour in his specially designed 4 wheel drive, blue flashing lights blazing, and descended into my living room like the hero of a Bollywood movie - all gold teeth, slicked back hair, tight white shirt and a case of drugs to die for. The bit where he stuck the diamorphine injection into my right buttock was less romantic, but lets face it, we cancer patients don't get much to fantasise about.
Monday morning the rest of the healthcare team were over me like a rash. It seemed that every time I coughed someone was ordering yet another test. I've had so many different opinions on my medication that I just kind of go with the flow and do whatever feels comfortable. Anyway, at least it seems to be under control (for now), and considering some of the experiences you other bloggers have I shouldn't moan about having too much attention. I was able to do some shopping and get my hair done today, so that I look vaguely human.
Well, next week I've got the hospice nurse Monday and district nurse Tuesday - life's a constant whirl of appointments! But I sure am glad I'd going through all this at home rather than on some hospital ward - things have moved on so much over the last 20 years. But I guess the big tests will come when things start getting really serious.
