Friday and the first day of a thirteen day chemo holiday. My first task is to get up, shower and get ready to go to the GP surgery to have another blood sample taken. Taking a shower knackers me, I have no energy at all. I have a simple breakfast and then I ask my partner to take me to the GPs. We arrive and sit in the waiting room for a short while before I am called in. I show my forearms to the nurse who asks who was responsible for my bruised left arm. I tell her she was but the reality is that I bruise more easily than I used to. She uses my right arm to take the blood. We have a chat about the reason my last bloods were rejected and we check the on screen details against the bloods form, they match, as do the labels on the vials. I leave with my partner.
Once home I ring the prostate cancer specialist nurse. I have to leave a message as no one picks up but I do get a call back quickly. I explain that I have not had any Prednisolone for five days and that all the advice I have been reading says that I should be tapered off of it. She listens and agrees I should be tapering. She says that she will ring the consultant. A few minutes later she rigs back and says that the consultant thinks I will be okay but he is going to email his secretary a proscription for more Prednisolone and that I will get a call from her. Before the secretary can ring me the hospital pharmacy rings me to tell me that the drugs are ready for collection and that people are keen for me to be taking them as soon as possible.
My eldest dies me daughter accompanies me as I Uber into the hospital pharmacy. The service is very speedy and we are soon Ubering home having bought strawberries from the stall outside the oncology centre. No sooner than we had returned than my youngest daughter and family arrived to visit for the weekend. It had been a rough journey with a lot of accidents along the way.
Everyone settles in and rests as much as possible before the evening meal. I am very tired by now and take my newly dispensed drugs. I shall be staying up to see my blood results, which means I will get to see some of the Scotland v Morocco world cup game, unless my bloods get rejected again.
