I received a phone call yesterday. It’s official. I start my treatment on Wednesday 7th August.
I have to go in the day before hand, it’s a ‘Pretreatment’ meeting, discuss the chemotherapy I will be having and most probably have the PICC line installed. All I know for now is that I am having a treatment of Irinotecan with 5FU and folinic acid. So do what I did and google the crap out of it.
Am I anxious? Yeah!
Am I nervous? Probably moreso.
Do I wanna talk about it? I’m really not that sure that it’d help. I have a couple of support groups I have been offered I could speak to. The thing is, that everyone deals with chemotherapy differently. So I speak to someone that had an awful fucking time with Chemo then I myself don’t have the same experience, did that help anyone? Exactly the same in the event of the reverse happening!
You know, I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if I were treated as an outpatient, what if I still didn’t know it was cancer? What if I were still waiting on tests. I actually do have a friend that’s going through something very similar with his GP, they keep not helping and he’s not even had X-rays or CT’s completed yet.
Suffice to say, I have him demanding a second opinion as it’s been going on for months for him. I hope he don’t have what I have, that’s for sure.
So with all of this shit going on, I did what any other sane person would do.
I know nothing of keeping plants alive, but in fairness. I am 41 and Rupert is 5 years old in a week. Surely that means I can keep humans and dogs alive, I’ve got this. I can do it. Obviously, any advice will be gladly received.
I should clear something up. Kerry bought me the plant but she bought a bonsai tree and the little cacti in the image above are hers too. Zero maintenance and high maintenance, I love her ambition and style.
Pain Today: 6-7/10
Mood Today: Happy Enough/Motivated
Appetite Today: I could eat
Weight: 202lbs / 91 KG