Eight hours I was lying on the bed being drip fed into my arm what in fact was an Immunotherapy treatment rather than chemotherapy as I had thought.
The Chemotherapy starts tomorrow in the form of a large quantity of pills to swallow for the next three days. The treatment stops there until the 13th February when I have a repeat of the Immunotherapy and the following three days of pills. There will then be a final hospital visit for treatment after which the doctor will decide on a blood
Future, will there in fact be one?
Remember the fable about the ant, who after working hard all year gathering food was able to shelter safely through the winter months. A lesson worthwhile learning most would say. But one obvious flaw, of which the author didnít consider was, and what if just before the start of winter the ant found he had a cancer and was unlikely to survive the winter for which he had so conscientiously provided for. Would not the lesson in this case be enjoy oneself
Torrential outburst of rain and low temperatures finally got the better of me and made our few days here really rather a disappointment. Each day saw us rushing for shelter or huddling around a coffee trying to keep dry and warm.
The reason forgoing was to sit outside alongside a canal admiring the view and just relaxing after a morningís museum visit. I had planned leisurely strolls around the more beautiful canals which turned into route marches between one downfall of rain and the
Just a rapid comment on my health following up from my last entry. I had the second scan of my lungs which showed no further increase in the nodules found in the first scan. So no more to do now except follow up with annual check-ups.
I am on the final few days of my nicotine patches after which I will have to rely on my e-cigarette to keep me sane and not smoking. It really is a clever invention though I am not 100% that it is not doing me some sort of harm; but as my doctor emphasized
My doctor is quite enthusiastic and honest which is quite a relief.
The scan reveals two aspects of over 40yrs of smoking. First of all the Emphysema which is basically the lung tissue unable to transfer oxygen to the blood any more, is quite serious. Sufficiently so that she doesn't understand why I am not out of breath all the time. Obviously as I don't do anything strenuous I a not likely to be short of breath yet.
So though there is no going back or possibility