Blogging can be a great way to journal your experiences and share with others. Why not create your own cancer journey blog, or have a read of other blogs created by our members?
Unsure how to get started? Take a look at our help pages on blogs.
My haematologist is definitely NOT Santa Claus, he's entirely beardless, but the fact I was so tired I could barely function or form proper sentences at work then returned home and realised tomorrow I'd see him and *bing* wide awake!
It seems super wrong that I'm almost looking forward to seeing him, waving the new lumps at him and asking if I'll get radiotherapy now or whether he says I have to go on the active watch and wait list. I completely understand that the list is for your own good...
I'm just sitting here waiting for the new carpet to be delivered and as usual when I've nothing to do I start thinking. I remember talking to my radiotherapist. she Is a very down to Earth person. dress'es like a sixty's hippy and has eye's that don't just look at you. but actually see the person. we were just talking about some of the problem's I've been suffering. I was telling her about not being able to sleep because of going to the toilet some time's up to ...
Oh my goodness am I tired! All day I've been trying to keep myself going at work to the count down to going home. I've been exhausted for as long as I can remember during my adult life but I think piling on disturbed sleep and stress for 3 months is enough to bring anyone to their knees. I'm struggling but I'm not giving in because the thought of being at home, alone with my thoughts, any longer than I need to is unbearable and at work I'm still relatively useful. The lymphoma might well make you...
Sunday's done with - 3 more sleeps until the haematologist (not that I expect this to be some kind of watershed moment).
I woke up in a reasonable mood, accidentally nutted the bathroom sink (I bent over) and was a bit peeved after that. I got to catch up with the fatherish one via text which was a little surreal, largely because he was trying to compare his thinning hair to the sound of rain hitting a tin roof. Unfortunately what he actually sent me was a message comparing his thinning hair...
This is Mrs Victoria Hickie, wife of Andrew Hickie:
It is five weeks since my husband lost his battle with Melanoma. It was his expectation that I would update his McMillan account with what had happened at his end. However the end, as it was, was unpredictable.
Andrew died on the Saturday, 10th May.
On Tuesday 6th May he collapsed . He received head scan and spot in head which was said to be a new arising affecting speech. He was admitted overnight to hospital.
On Wednesday 7th May, Andrew...
I've had a relatively successful couple of days I think but the panic attacks are back and it's starting to grate. Maybe panic attack is the wrong word for it because there's no classic hyperventilating, just debilitating fear so the world seems to fall away from me, my body goes numb from my toes to my face and I feel like I have lost all knowledge of breathing or I've got a weight on my chest. It's hideous and mainly seems to occur when I've been asleep since I'm trying to keep busy enough to avoid...
