We’re coming up to 7 years since Husband was diagnosed, with an initial prognosis of 3-5 years (they thought that the cancer had spread to his liver – it hadn’t). Quite a milestone. We sit rather nervously awaiting the latest … Read More
‘Bloods are good’, announces Dr Inscrutable: red cells 129, platelets 414, white cells 5.4 (the latter may need a boost injection before the next chemo). ‘You are on the right track’, he declares, looking rather pleased and relaxed. Husband asks … Read More
3rd – Husband’s sleeping better and feeling pretty good. He needed a bit of a snooze this afternoon but is definitely doing pretty well. He’s got through this chemo better than the previous ones. Some days he hasn’t even needed … Read More
Today’s blood test showed red cells at 121, platelets at 455 and white cells at 5.7. ‘Things are looking good at the moment’, commented the specialist, adding that the numbers may improve further with time. We asked about the likely … Read More
Husband came into sitting room after shower. ‘Look at my hands. What do you see?’ Mmm. ‘They’re pink! My hands haven’t been pink in years!’ Another blood test, this time to confirm that all’s well for chemo next week. Hameoglobin … Read More
T minus 4 – pre-chemo blood count check. It’s time to check the blood levels again before chemo next week. Red cells are up a bit from 103 to 109 (in 10 days), platelets down fractionally from 330 to 323 … Read More
Husband wakes me, coffee in hand. ‘I think we need to go to the hospital’. I react with zen-like calm, pretty much levitating up through the velux and repeatedly knocking my glasses off the bedside table. ‘Calm down. My temperature … Read More
Cancer takes so much – hope for the future because this cancer is incurable – and even the present because we’re never quite sure how active it’s being. But cancer cannot take the soul. Husband isn’t sure he has one … Read More
I’m still feeling washed out, brain struggling but I manage to take the dog for a short walk. My legs feel like lead, muscles aching as if I’ve been running. Husband has an appointment with the haematologist. It’s been some … Read More
The day has finally come – up at stupid o’clock, trying to drink coffee where husband can’t see it as he suffers the pre-op fast. He drives to the hospital and we listen to the 60s music we usually listen … Read More