The Cancer Diary (January and on)
Another chapter in my life with cancer
The Journey Continues
The January scans and tests were a mixed bag of results as always, a little sugar to help swallow the shit. Chemotherapy had done its work and halted the cancer on my peritoneum for a while. Sadly not before another outbreak had arrived on my liver. This was not music to my ears. I asked about an operation to remove the liver cancer as I thought this would be the option….not so Dr. Verdi. It turns out an operation would not be considered for a secondary cancer if there was no way of removing the existing outbreak. At least I think that’s what they said. New tablets were prescribed to back up the Chemo short term, while alternative options were looked for. And I continue to live in hope.
This was not all of my latest problems, a blockage had been found in my urethra, apparently a tube leading from my kidneys. The thought was to send in a camera to see what it was. I imagined that would be a simple cut in my gut job. Oh no Dr.Verdi… wrong for a second time. They wanted to shove it up my penis. Bloody hell, that’s not a good thought to go to bed with. I’d had this tried once before, it caused all sorts of problems. I’ll just leave that there.
While waiting for an appointment I was informed that the procedure had been cancelled. Now I have to worry as to why?
A bit of good news, my Diverticulitis doesn’t seem to be troubling me as much since I’ve adjusted my diet yet again. I shall be down to living on leaves and grass soon. It’s crazy the amount of things you can’t eat, and just because you can’t….you want them all the more.
The Cutting Edge
Life outside of cancer world went on as normal, winter can be a boring time if you let it get to you, all that cold, wind and rain. I have always found that the inside of pubs are generally dry and warm. We visit a lot of pubs.
I can’t drink as used to, two or three pints of ale and I’m off to the bogs like a greyhound every ten minutes, still it’s worth it just to get out and listen to live music and soak up the atmosphere…I love real pubs. We are blessed in Plymouth to have some great musicians playing all types of music, along with one or two great venues.
I have to be careful with drink, it can make me into a sad bastard, I get all choked up with what’s lost to me. Those who have had my autobiography forced on them (and read it) will know I was a bit of a bugger when younger. All the shit I’ve gone through has stripped away my ability to raise a hard on let alone hell….. and I miss it.
I was reminded the other day, that it would be undignified for a man of some seventy years to live my old life. I looked back and thought for a moment…
Well fuck them if they can’t take a joke.
No Second Coming
The sun returned to the sky for a few days last week, life took a turn for the better. My daily dog walks were just that bit more enjoyable. I took a small flask of coffee with me and walked a little further, smiled more at those I met. Curse a little less, when shaking my fist at my discontentment. It makes such a difference. All the hedgerows are now decked out with daffodils, primroses and other wild flowers. The trees are gathering themselves for summer. I pass a couple of gardens with huge magnolia trees in full bloom, I love them.
People are already starting to swim in the sea again, they don’t even wear wet suits. Wild swimming they call it now. It would certainly make me wild at this time of the year…bloody nutters.
Life caught up with me while I was writing this chapter, and I had to stop for a while. I’m trying to consolidate Lesley’s position with a mortgage free property in case the shit hits the fan. Chemo has left me muddled, even now several months later. What was second nature to me now takes three times as long; I never did like paper work anyway.
The other thing that’s caught up is my next scan and blood test…this should be interesting. It’s time to dance with the devil again, roll the dice and look at the options. I’m ready for my close up now Doctor.
This is for anyone who lives in this world, my thoughts and best wishes go out to you…. fight on.
To be continued…
Hello mate, thanks for reading and commenting. Life is a challenge it’s true, but I’ve always been up for it. I’ve so much to live for now, it would be sad to have to go. I’m starting to write again and that’s good news for me, you can be the judge if it’s good news for you and UKA HaHa!
Very moving again, Mike. You really do tell it exactly how it is. It’s good that you don’t pull punches. Just a comment… if you every look to get these journals published, you may well want to consider a different title. Take care for now, Mick.
Thanks mate, your comments are most welcome. I think you may be right about the name, to be honest I never expected the response I’ve had.
Hang n there mike, we’re all with you !
Well I’m way past this stage now, however, kind thoughts are always appreciated. My last ever is on ukauthors tomorrow. It’s a lot shorter than the others, I’m sure you understand.
Yeah, course I do you ol’ fart…talk after the weekend.