Morning Caz, well here we are into the third day of freedom, and nothing much has changed really. However, yesterday I did manage what for me was a huge meal of mash, peas, green beans, quorn, and loads of gravy, and I kept it down. Progress, although slow, has been made in this department, so I am quite pleased about that. It would be nice to be able to be weighed, which will be on Monday at Guy's, and not show any weight loss.
My greatest problem is in the taking of the prescribed medicines, 13 in all. Some are very large and promote vomiting, some have to be taken twice a day, some three times, and some 4 times. Trying to get this right has become a full time job, and I do suffer if I forget.
I know it sounds silly, but I remember not understanding what the problem was when trying to get my Mum to take her medication. On the surface it seems so simple, but the brain does not function the way it used to, some of this is age related, and some comes from the medication itself. At the best of times, I can only describe my condition as being in a constant state of being drowsy, which is not helpful. To go further afield than the High St would be nice, but I have banned myself from driving in the short term. I do get out as much as possible, and my local cafe has tables and chairs outside, so I can sit and watch the world go by, but it's not so nice now that the weather has changed.
So there you have it, a few small steps forward, yes, but it's going to be a while before any raise in the quality of life will take place. My biggest worry inow s that in about a weeks time, they are planning to embark on the next stage of treatment, that is the new chemotherapy cycles, which can be quite brutal in its own way.
I probably sound quite depressed, but I am not really, I am looking forward to a somewhat better life than I have had over the last 7 months, and that is what is keeping me going. It's just that there are many hurdles to get over to achieve this. Whilst there is life there's hope.