CHEMO II DAYS 408,409 & 410

Fight, no other option is acceptable.

Saturday and its my eldest daughters birthday. Its been another grim night but there is a celebration lunch to have, cards and presents to be opened. There is of course chocolate birthday cake to consume. All of this goes to plan against the background of the Olympics, at which the Brits seem to be doing quite well. Underlaying it all I my sense of not being well, so by the end of the day and my night meds I go to bed too tired to draft the blog and feeling that I need to do something different.

Sunday and its another night of disruption and a day trying to rest, this is not good. By the time night comes around I’ve made up my mind to see the doctor tomorrow. I take my night meds and pain killers and try to sleep.

Monday and I am awake early to shower, take my vitals and then ring the GP surgery for an appointment. I finally get through and get a midmorning slot. There is time for breakfast before I and my partner walk down slowly to the GP surgery. I explain my discomfort and the fact that I think I have found a lump in my lower abdomen. The doctor examines me and agrees I have a large lump in my right lower abdomen and he finds a smaller one on the other side. Because of my ongoing cancer condition he refers me for an urgent cancer MRI abdominal and pelvic scan. It should come through quiet quickly but in case it does not the doctor gives me a number to ring to chase it up. So I start out on a new exploration, in the meantime I have to manage the discomfort. It feels a bit grim.

My partner and I return home via the village shop to get a paper and some food. I rest for a bit and watch the Olympics before my partner takes me and our eldest daughter for lunch at a tea house that is on the fringes of a local park. The sun is out fully and its hot, a proper summers day. We dine and then return home where I take to the lounger and try to catch up with the blog against the background of Olympic skateboarding whose commentary is just another language. So the waiting starts. In the meantime it will be bloods on Friday and an oncology review next Monday. Dentist tomorrow to finish my new crown, at least my mouth will be in good shape.

It seems there is a journey to be had.