Post 56: A Good Half Day.
Weight: 76kg 
BP: 135/81
Rested: Very
Another decent half-day under my belt, following another all-nighter in A&E thanks to those pesky palpitations.
We were treated really well—IV beta blockers finally coaxed my heart back into sinus rhythm. It’s frustrating to still be dealing with this, especially with chemo on pause, but after four hospital visits in two weeks, the pressure is mounting to get Cardiology to properly assess me. Hopefully, this will clear the way for a return to Carboplatin.
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A Proper Rest, At Last
After getting home, My Darling and I crashed hard. No appointments, no visitors—just the postman, dropping off a couple of belated birthday/anniversary cards from yesterday’s quiet celebrations.
I was up first and took a call from the hospice counselling team, who’ve kindly arranged sessions for both of us. I’ll be starting Monday. After a year of chaos, I think I’m finally ready to start unpacking it all.
Even more importantly, this could be a chance for My Darling to dip her toe into support she’s long kept at arm’s length. She’s got her reasons, but the weight of caregiving is enormous, and maybe—just maybe—it’s time to let a bit of that go.
As the old saying goes: you can lead a horse to water…
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SDEC: Let’s Get the Heart Sorted
The good news: I’m due at SDEC (Same Day Emergency Care) this morning at 9am for AFib assessment. This came out of yesterday’s A&E visit and finally, after much pushing, someone’s marked the matter as urgent.
If this goes well, I might finally be cleared to get back to chemo, and shift the focus away from my heart and back onto the bigger fight.
Here’s hoping.
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Old Friends and Metalwork
Later today, I’m planning to visit an old workmate—part catch-up, part business. I want to pitch him a commission for a small metal fabrication project with a quirky design twist I’ve been mulling over. It’s for something quite special but won’t tell you the details just yet.
I’ll bring cake, try not to talk his ears off, and maybe even line up a game of snooker—something we both love, and something I sorely miss.
Hopefully SDEC won’t eat the whole day, so I can make the trip down the coast and squeeze it all in.
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Treats, Therapy, and Turning Corners
I avoided the treats basket yesterday, but today… well, I might just reward myself with a choccy bar or two. It’s the small things.
These better days seem to be stringing together more frequently. My mind feels clearer, my steps are longer. And while nothing’s fixed, I feel—at least for now—more capable.
Hope you’re finding a bit of that too, wherever you are.
PS
Happy anniversary little Bro.
