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I have rather neglected my blog for some time despite the best intentions. I have to admit that the last couple of months have been the worst and I have had several pretty low points though there have been highs as well. I should have been more open about the lows because it does help to face them.
I had my final chemotherapy treatment on 27th November and I felt absolutely exhausted during the next few days far more so than I had previously. I also felt nauseous and had no interest in food. By The...
So its been a little while since I’ve posted a blog, about the interloper Cyril and the impact the little twat is having on me.
As some of you know, I had been hoping to receive the ok from the Doctors to return to work this month. I got a letter the other day from the wonderful Doctor Stacpoole, who said in principle it would be ok, as long as I followed certain guidelines.
The pain in the arse is, these guidelines pretty much preclude me from doing any of the things I need to, in order to...
It’s been a couple of days since I last posted, on the whole thankfully my more positive frame of mind has continued. I must admit, I have zero Christmas spirit this year, but if I’m honest I’ve not really been ‘a fan’ since the kids stopped believing in the jolly red fat bastard. (I’m guessing this is ok to say, as there won’t be any kids reading this, I certainly hope not anyway )
Although, I have promised Gabby Bear, I will do my annual battle with our...
As you will no doubt have realised, if you read last nights offering, yesterday was a day I’d rather have had a second go at, but been able to speak to a different consultant rather than Doctor Twaticus.
I really couldn’t sleep last night, I was still feeling very angry at our treatment by Doctor Twaticus and I also think the realisation I had been told I have brain cancer started to hit home hard. I eventually gave up and went to bed at around 2.40am.
(Pippa and Anne, were not at all...
Right, its taken a while to calm down and feel ready to write this, its been a frustrating and annoying afternoon.
My appointment was at 3pm so despite Susie’s complaints we left in good time, fought our way through the A14 roadworks and got to Level 3 - Clinic 7 of Addenbrooke’s Hospital at 2.50pm, plenty of time.
I booked in with reception and then sat with Susie in a crowded waiting room. After about 40 minutes or so a kindly Health Care Assistant asked me to follow her and get weighed...
Since this all began, I’ve had a lot of time to ponder various things, as I’m presently not allowed to work for the foreseeable future at least. I’ve already made my views on Daytime TV clear in a previous blog, so I find myself trying to keep my mind active without reaching for the TV remote.
Writing these blogs helps enormously, it’s making me have to use my brain, despite the limitations that Cyril imposes. Those who come across my spelling errors please know I’ve been through...
Sleep seems to be eluding me recently, well enough sleep is probably a better description. I go to bed feeling suitably knackered, that you’d think I’d drop of pretty quickly then lay there for hours.
Its almost as soon as my head hits the pillow my brain goes ‘oh goody, its random shit time again’ so I spend hours pondering inane things.
Are we alone in the universe? What do cats and dogs really think of us? Do penguins have knees? These and more ridiculous thoughts drift...
My tongue was getting better and with the help of family and friends, I was starting to feel a little more upbeat. I received a text from the hospital (as this is the way things are done these days) asking me to confirm my MRI Scan appointment for the 30th of November. This was news to me, but I responded yes and then started googling MRI Scans.
I’m an engineer of sorts, so I like to know how and why stuff works and what it all means, after two hours on the internet, I had a pretty good understanding...
So after four weeks I could finally pretty much get back to normal life again. I was very relieved to be able to call my boss Lee and our office manager and HR lady Jo, on a little conference call to tell them I could start back to work. It was decided as I was still signed off, that I should start back on Monday the 12th of November.
I work for a brilliant company called AT and C, we design and install corporate and residential AV systems, I love my job and I had missed both the work and the folks...
So after sleeping like a corpse for about 17 hours, I got up feeling very glad to not actually be one. After more raspberry ripple ice cream for breakfast (I should speak to Wallis about sponsering this blog as I ate so much of it ) I had a bath and cleaned the burn on my leg you see in the accompanying picture. (The burn is about six days old when that picture was taken) Amazingly it didn’t hurt, which was a very strange thing, as it looked horrendous.
I pretty much spent Tuesday sleeping;...
