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There's been a lot in the news over the last couple of days about how A&E departments are cracking under the strain of too many patients. And this weekend we got to see what's happening at first hand.
I had a GP appointment on Friday morning. Initially it had been simply to renew some prescriptions, but for the last few weeks my abdomen has been swelling up, and by the end of last week it was barely endurable. I can't stand up straight because it hurts too much, and I look pregnant....
Apologies in advance for this blog update...I feel a rant coming on!
I'm sorry if anyone uses this phrase but I am so frustrated at hearing "sadly lost their battle to cancer", I understand that it's said from a very good place and people often don't know how to say things in times of death but it just makes me angry, in my opinion, the phrase insinuates that the person who has died, simply gave up!
I have met and lost many people to cancer as well to other illnesses, but...
O.o, O.K, so I was some kind of idiot, but I just thought its Christmas and at last something positive has happened this year. Its been over a year of 2 lots of chemo, radiation, hospital admittance for pneumonia and kidney failure and the last few months lots of side effects for more chemo treatment.
But if there is one thing I miss its the country side..see my blog on Oare marshes etc. I can walk a good few hundred yards and then resting using NHS Oxygen cylinders which are a boon and for which...
Regarding personal fitness (BMI),
I'm absolutely perfect and here's why,
No ache for cake,
No thick milk shake,
Can break my resolution not to die...
Advice, I've taken shed loads, good and bad,
Literature fanatical (and plain mad!)
Reduced my caffeine in,
No carbohydrate sin,
And overall my wellbeing makes me glad!
When told to take a cure and shed my hair,
My radiated front even seemed fair,
My lust for life,
A surgeons knife,
The rational price to pay for breathing...
My dear wife has been in pain and discomfort for months leading up to the first chemotherapy session and she is suffering sickness in a poor way. The sickness tablets she was given did not do to much and the prescribed tablets only, taken with the other tablets she has to consume, do very little also.
Is there an approximate period or number of days when the sickness subsides?
I fear she is already loosing her will in this battle and she still has another three sessions to go in three weekly periods...
I have a lot to celebrate and unexpectedly because I was a dyslexic trouble rowser at school (intelligent I like to think besides, but not shiny enough to be bright!). Now I am almost ten years after breast cancer, at an age and a stage when I can do what I want to, and I feel like I may have been right from the start? Follow your dreams; they are probably your destiny! The more I talk about cancer the more people want to, who would have thought it? Let’s make this a special year – I hope that the...
Well it's been about 14 months since this journey began, and 7 months since diagnosis and the big operation, 2014 has been quite a year.
I'm still signed up for monthly check ups with the radio therapy team, although I think they will sign me back over to my consultant after this months visit. I started back with the consultant in November and am on monthly check ups there too .
im seeing a lymphoedema nurse this week for an assessment on the swelling in my face neck area which is much...
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My Onco’ offered me…
Twelve lymph-nodes hosting,
Eleven radio’s toasting,
Ten short hairs boasting,
Nine deep veins hiding,
Eight cells dividing,
Seven nails all cracking,
Six chemo’s smacking…
Five co’old things…
Four sleeping pills,
Three night chills,
Two morphine thrills,
And a sponge where my boob used to be…
It is Christmas and ten years ago I was about to be diagnosed with breast cancer (6th...
Thinking about an interview, a bite sized conversation, I couldn’t resist the thought from stranger to friend, my gynaecologist and me! I thought about the day I went to the GP…
“So what is your worry?” the good doctor asked,
“A lump, well a bump”, my emotion was masked…
“I wished for a cyst that you might seek there,
It’s cancer I know though, please don’t spoil my hair…”
The history, no mystery, my mother’s sarcoma...
When things go wrong I think about those nights after school, when we boarders would beg to be let out and wet to the core whoop around the garden…
Lets pull on our wellies, it’s looking like snow,
We could run about laughing and no one would know,
There’s chill to the veins but the heart is a glow,
A frost in the wind with a wish…
The giggle inside though your pants are all wet,
The ice angels proud knew we’d never regret,
A wiggle, a skip and we didn’t forget...
