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We are going into day 41 since Bert started his Chemo (it lasted 5 days) and his counts are beginning to creep up, albeit very slowly. he had another couple of units of blood last night so I am hoping to see an improvement today when I visit.
As far as I can gather as they keep changing things he now needs more cheme as it is about 6 weeks away before he goes for transplant. However he can't get his week at home until his counts go up more, then he has to have the chemo and then he has to wait for...
I think it has finally hit me.
My gorgeous husband Sam was diagnosed with soft tissue sarcoma in 2006 after having a lump removed from his thigh that he had had for as long as he could remember. We first met in 2003 in Glasgow where we were on a course together. We both worked for the same organisation. I am a Welfare Officer and sitting in the bar on our first night he told me that his son had died due to cancer, aged 9, the previous September. My heart went out to him and we spent most of that...
Have to be honest - every day is good since perhaps beginning of March. Last year was horrible - walking 10 paces left me struggling for breath - then I was diagnosed which was even worse. And then ... the treatment started.
Well we went to the appointment at the pain clinic. It seems his liver is now playing up his blood tests showed up something, they are going to re-do the test next week then act. It doesnt help that dad has so much complications they are limited with what they can do for him, the steroids did not work so they have been stopped. There is definately something different about dad just now, I think that the heart may be willing but the body is now saying no.
I feel so terriby upset. I have just upset my poor 82 year old mum by shouting at her and telling her that she doesn't care about me. That she worries that her 87 year old sister is going to die, that my sisters ulcerative colitis is bad, that my brother is hard of hearing and lives alone. That the neighbour next door is going blind and he lives alone. That my brothers daughter has learning difficulties. My mum might be 82 but she is fit she works 4 days a week 8 hours a day in my brothers fruit...
Just got back from the doctors and the lump is nothing to worry about whoooooo so hopefully I will manage to get some shut eye tonight, thanks fr the offer Carol but hopefully the fact that I feel knackered but overwhelmingly relieved will result in a silent night.
Have also taken the bull by the horns and booked my haircut for Wed afternoon so looking forward in a weird way to that. Might just have to go and spoil myself tomorrow and have a foot massage mmmmmmm sounds good to me.
Positivity breeds...
Another pants night trying to find a comfortable position to lie and get some sleep but managed at last to fall off about 3 ish (seems to be the new witchinh hour for me these days) and was rudely woken at 5.45 by hubby's new all singing all beeping alarm clock. Managed to be civil and shared a coffee before he departed for his daily drive into London and went back upstairs witht eh idea of geting maybe just another hour before the rest of the house woke. Suprisingly I was wide awake and sleep evaded...
