Until 5 weeks ago, life was pretty good. Work going OK, plans for post lockdown travel under way, ferry booked for Bad Kissengen (if the Germans can get their finger out) weather picking up, thinking about getting the Cruiser ready for The Adventure Overland circus debarcle shit show…extravaganza
And now, here I am facing 12 weeks of intensive chemotherapy for stage 4 bowel cancer. WTF? How did I get here? It’s inoperable, incurable but not completely untreatable. It’s in my colon, liver and abdomen. Right, well good news is lungs are clear and the bloke in the bed next to me wants to buy my shoes.
Cannot fault the NHS. They’ve moved at lightning speed. In fact, it’s been a complete whirlwind. Had 50cm of tube (extended breather pipe) shoved up a vein into my chest this morning, bloods again tomorrow, meeting Monday, Chemo Tuesday. Can’t go much faster than that really.
It’s rather shit, but these are the hands we’re dealt. Not the first, won’t be the last. But worked so hard to avoid Covid then I get this! At least I get some time to prepare. 3 weeks ago, cousin in law (50, non smoker, non drinker, veggie) was out for a run – dropped dead round the corner in the village from a heart attack. Bam. Just like that. So I guess I should feel lucky.
I ain’t gone yet but just in case anyone hears rumours or it goes quite for a bit you’ll know what I’m up to. They’re cautiously optimistic that they might be able to do something for me but they’re not sure quite what but I’m going to give it a red hot go. Signed up for the full-leaded version chemo. No point faffing around with a few Asprin, eh. Bring it on.
Had loads of offers of help already, but until I get some sort of prognosis in about 3 months, there’s not much I can do. I don't normally put my life out there on-line. This social media thing is a plague on humanity in my view so I certainly won't be doing some f****g blog thing on You Tube; You can shove that right up! But thought I'd share it with you chaps.
Might be a mother of all garage sales ……..
Back you dogs, back I say!
And now, here I am facing 12 weeks of intensive chemotherapy for stage 4 bowel cancer. WTF? How did I get here? It’s inoperable, incurable but not completely untreatable. It’s in my colon, liver and abdomen. Right, well good news is lungs are clear and the bloke in the bed next to me wants to buy my shoes.
Cannot fault the NHS. They’ve moved at lightning speed. In fact, it’s been a complete whirlwind. Had 50cm of tube (extended breather pipe) shoved up a vein into my chest this morning, bloods again tomorrow, meeting Monday, Chemo Tuesday. Can’t go much faster than that really.
It’s rather shit, but these are the hands we’re dealt. Not the first, won’t be the last. But worked so hard to avoid Covid then I get this! At least I get some time to prepare. 3 weeks ago, cousin in law (50, non smoker, non drinker, veggie) was out for a run – dropped dead round the corner in the village from a heart attack. Bam. Just like that. So I guess I should feel lucky.
I ain’t gone yet but just in case anyone hears rumours or it goes quite for a bit you’ll know what I’m up to. They’re cautiously optimistic that they might be able to do something for me but they’re not sure quite what but I’m going to give it a red hot go. Signed up for the full-leaded version chemo. No point faffing around with a few Asprin, eh. Bring it on.
Had loads of offers of help already, but until I get some sort of prognosis in about 3 months, there’s not much I can do. I don't normally put my life out there on-line. This social media thing is a plague on humanity in my view so I certainly won't be doing some f****g blog thing on You Tube; You can shove that right up! But thought I'd share it with you chaps.
Might be a mother of all garage sales ……..
Back you dogs, back I say!