Wednesday and my partner goes off to to see her mother with her brother and I take my vitals, all good I am pleased to say, With a simple breakfast and morning meds done I get down to ringing the Chemotherapy suite. I finally get through and have a very productive chat with the person on the other end of the phone. The up shot is this;
Roland is the lucky winner.
1st prize a set of bloods on Friday 19th December
2nd prize, a telephone chat with the nurse on 23rd of December
3rd prize, a telephone call with the oncologist on 24th of December. Xmas eve.
4th prize. first chemo therapy session (cycle 1) on 26th of December. Boxing day.
What can I say apart from Ta Da! The Rechallenge starts in earnest and I am once again in active warfare with my cancer. Everything goes into my diary and I start to plan. The doctor’s surgery is most obliging and find my a slot on Friday to do my bloods, I shall dash from having my nails done festively to the surgery so the leaches can do their work. I try to order my regular meds through the nhs App as usual only to find that what I normally order is not there. I have a bit of time before I need them so I am going to give myself time before I go back in to see if they are there. It maybe there is a restriction on how quickly I can reorder. That’s my working theory. If they do not reappear soon then I will leg it down to the surgery and find out what’s going on. With some admin out of the way the path is clear to write the neighbours Christmas cards and deliver them. Next on the list was taking the 25 kilos of bird seed down to the garden shed and filling the bird and squirrel feeders. The birds in my garden appears to be very hungry and capable of eating me out of house and home. Darkness falls rapidly and it is not long before my partner returns from having afternoon tea with a friend.
The evening descends, there is a football match to watch, but I have thinking to do about presents, sending, delivering and juggling a now crowded Christmas season. There is also still work to do on the new website and some chores left to do. There are Christmas storage boxes to go back up into the loft. Ultimately it will come time for night meds and sleep.
