Chemo #32 – Progress!

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D-Day.  As I’d promised myself, it’s time to decide whether to abandon treatment.

I’ve had 2 weeks to get familiar with the decision.  Taking the emotion out of it is virtually impossible so during that time I set an objective target (read, ultimatum).  If the tumour marker had increased after yesterday’s blood test, that’d be the 2nd month in a row and for me, an indicator that the drugs aren’t working.  Then I’d quit – no point suckering myself into treatment simply because it’s the generally accepted action.  However, if the marker had decreased, I wouldn’t be so hasty and I’d have to set new parameters for the next decision point.

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Chemo #30

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The start and end of my day couldn’t have been more contrasting.

When I arrived at the oncology centre, I felt pretty flat.  I’ve been feeling it all week.  Actually, I left work early on Monday and spent the day in bed on Tuesday with a knotted gut.  I’ve been eating a lot more iron after last week’s blood results so between that and the stress of the situation, I’ve been hunched over most of the week.  The good news is my red blood count was up this week so the adjusted diet worked.

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Quality vs Quantity

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You know those movies where you’re inspired to be the best version of yourself and really live?  “The Bucket List” and “Thelma and Louise” spring to mind.  The same thing happens with New Year’s resolutions and we know their notorious survival rate.  The trouble with inspired living is its fade and very quickly habitual life takes over.

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