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Time is often about evaluating what we can do, how we can help, I wonder what more I can offer the cancer discussion, as “Brave the Shave” plays on, I think back….
The mist of a crisp August morning,
A wisp of my hair coming through,
Scalp kissed, with a fluff and a warning,
Hope gone is returning anew...
The wig, looking better than I do,
The gig's to pretend I don't mind,
"It's over" you say, yet two years away,
Still seeking the fringe I can't find!...
We made it! Tomorrow Keeley will be 6 years old and we are throwing the most fantastic birthday party for her, we have all her school friends coming to the house, bouncy castle, games and all sorts. We gonna spoil her silly!! I can't help but think that this will be her last birthday, so I want to make it amazing for her and all of us!
We also had the results of her MRI, the tumour has grown which is causing her symptoms to become worse, but it hasn't grown significantly or enough to constitute...
My usual bonhomie has bu**ered off.
I'm not saying it was done on purpose but it was damn well preventable. On Monday a stereotactic core biopsy was taken from an unanaesthetised area of my breast. I think I did well to scream only the once. I doubt it happens very often but I'm peeved. It hurt like hell for the best part of 36 hours and it's still extremely painful and tender. And the dressing covering both boobs punctured on Monday has caused sores where it's cut the skin. I have had enough. I...
The severity with which one goes up and down is striking. You seem to make good progress and then wham! suddenly you slip right back down and are struggling again. Last week, which was the 4th post-treatment week, was a case in point. I had my first drink in a cafe for well over six weeks. It was only sparkling water but hey, I could drink it! I even went to the beach and paddled with the kids in the sea. But then it all started to go pear-shaped on Sunday evening when I vomited a little. It went...
The disengaged project
Many years ago one of the directors at the place I was working decided to implement a new system. As the ‘IT’ guy I project managed it. From the moment I contacted the team that would have to use it, I knew we were in trouble. This was going to be one of those ‘disengaged projects’.
The director hadn’t won them over. They had no idea why it was a great system, why it would be better for them to be using it. No amount of explanation on my part seemed...
Hello dear readers,
I have been musing over whether to blog or not to blog, do you really want to know the minutiae of our ordinary lives? or just the cancer bit? But I figure you probably do want to know about the good bits too, shows you that even under the worst circumstances you can enjoy yourself. If you like me have this 'terminal' diagnosis but are not yet in that 'place' yet where your mind allows you to shut out for brief interludes then it will help to know you can? Maybe?...
A conversation at 2am
Wife: “Give me that.“ (holds up her hand, thumb and index finger spread indicating something about 4” in size)
Hubby: “What’s ‘that’?”
Wife: “That!“ (holds up hand again, shaking it at me)
Hubby: “Give me a clue”
Wife: [Annoyance in voice] “That!”
Hubby: “Food?”
Wife: “No.” (shakes head)
Hubby: “Drink?”
Wife: “The pink thing. my ladies got it me.”
Hubby:...
It’s hard.
My wife was a successful health care professional, really busy, and yup, stressed. After our niece’s wedding in early June she went to do some work on her laptop and found she couldn’t type. She knew what she wanted to type, but couldn’t decipher which keys to press.
This went on for a few days, started affecting her speech too. She didn’t want to call in sick, she had a job to do! We went to see the GP, who suggested it was stress. Gave her a sick note. Then...
Yesterday's pre-appointment bag making was frantic. The usual gentle chug of the foot peddal became a whir in short bursts. It was more of an avoidance of thoughts than determined machining. There was obviously something playing on my mind but I didn't want to acknowledge it. Seams weren't straight and unpicking was plentiful.
My breastcare nurse is a treasure. The biopsy results from the last round of tests were good, the MRI discussion by the MDT on the other hand was not. one tumour...
A few months after I found the lump, it started to bleed.
Needless to say I was off to the doctor like a rocket and unsurprisingly my mind was already whirling. A couple of weeks later I was seen at The Breast Care Centre in Bristol. It's a brand new centre that's very swish, it aims to be a one stop clinic from scan to diagnosis. Unfortunately it didn't quite workout that way for me.
My first meeting with my consultant was brief; she thought the lump that I'd found on the right breast...
