The Prime Minister is in hospital, the Chief Medical Officer is isolating, the Queen addressed the nation to steady nerves. Oh boy. It feels so weird that we’re living untouched in our little bubble but there are COVID cases at … Read More
It’s time to go to the hospital, to face the facts (the few we can gather) rather than simply wondering. Husband feels good, although he often gets sleepy in the afternoon and needs a snooze. He’s been working and has … Read More
It’s time for another hospital check-up. It’s amazing how often they feature on the calendar. Even though recent results have all been going in the right direction it’s hard to sit yet again in the off white corridor contemplating all … Read More
Dr Dry Humour announces cheerfully, “All looking good”: red cells are at 13.5, platelets up to 351, white cells are 5 and the paraproteins are down again, this time to 8.7. That’s great news, although we can’t help but hope … Read More
Husband saw something on TV about home versus hospice care for the terminally ill. A woman was explaining that she wanted to go to a hospice so that her family wouldn’t have the memory of her dying at home. He … Read More
We’re waiting to see the consultant haematologist. There is so much waiting to do but part of me is dreading going in to see him so I’m happy to wait! Husband says he feels more normal and the nurse had … Read More
It’s blood test time. Time to take our list of questions to the doc, the list of ‘is this worth telling them about or not?’ Husband’s skin has been very sensitive, as it was when the lymphoma was active, although … Read More
Husband’s been getting a lot of nosebleeds lately. He’s always been a bit prone to them but he’s having as many as 5 or 6 a day. I read somewhere that cold weather can cause nosebleeds. It is very cold … Read More
The docs were so happy with Husband’s results last time that he was given 4 months before the next test. We were even able to fit in a holiday, to sit on the beach and swim and live as if … Read More
It’s been so wonderful to drive past the hospital and not have any appointments. But three months isn’t as long as it sounds and here we are again, waiting nervously in a hospital corridor, trying for the sake of others … Read More