It's been a weird day for me, and took the form of three parts.
It started well enough, as I reported earlier, with the equilibrium maintained, that is until the post arrived, where things took a huge backward step. There was a copy of the letter from my consultant to my GP, updating my situation, which hit me hard. Written in professional terms, most of which I did not understand, but included phrases like "in very poor condition", and life expectancy etc., nothing I did not already know I suppose, but to read it hit me very hard. Anyway, I had a little cry, but then started thinking in terms of they are wrong, I am going to prove these buggers wrong, I will NOT be beaten by this bloody disease.
As the day wore on and some positivity returned, I found myself reflecting on just how DO you beat the odds, this I still don't know, but the need to fight and be positive are major steps I have at my disposal. Who knows if this is enough, I don't, but the need to continue past any deadline imposed is huge, and must count for something.
Later, I had recovered enough to visit the cafe, where I had a chicken and mushroom pie, mash etc. which I really enjoyed. After another little sleep, I went out for my drive to Blackheath, and had a good natter (rare these days) and also for the first time in months had something to eat there, a toasted bacon and tomato sandwich. The stent is working fine now, I would not have been able to eat any of this food a few weeks ago.
I have been very indulgent in my thoughts and feelings in this post, and I hope you all accept it for what it's worth, I need the outlet.
The second cycle of chemotherapy happens later today, and I don't really care how hard it hits me, as long as the suffering is all worth it, by doing its job. Hopefully I will be able to update sometime early evening.
Originally Posted by: Dougie