Today’s radiotherapy session was R20/10. I am now at the end of my fourth week of treatment.
And I feel a lot more positive about things than I did at this point last week. Yes, the final two weeks are promising to be the worst of the lot – but there is now an end in sight.
And that’s what I’m aiming for.
After which, the tricky business of recuperation begins.
I’m told that, for the first two weeks post treatment my side effects will remain, and possibly worsen. But, after that, I should be on the up and up each day.
I can’t wait!
Nor can I wait to enjoy some proper food again.
Just because I can’t eat doesn’t mean I don’t want to.
I’ve started staying in my office while the family eats together. Not because I don’t want to be downstairs with them, but it just depresses me! They’re having chicken this evening. Chicken with potatoes and vegetables.
(Insert Homer Simpson drooling sound effect)
I’ve got caramel milkshakes on the menu tonight. Not that I’ll taste them at all.
Kirsty has decided to get me a NutriBullet, so that we can experiment with making fruit and vegetable juices that can be administered via the peg. It’s another way of taking vitamins and minerals on board – and may not make me feel quite so sickly as the milkshakes do.
I want cheese and crackers.
I love cheese and crackers.
Right, back the blog post…
Many, many thanks to the awesome George Kirk for running me to hospital and back today – a trip during which she encountered a sudden tyre pressure alert while on the M65 (and, spookily, while explaining about the last time this had happened).
While I was being blasted with invisible health, George nipped to a nearby garage to get it checked out. Thankfully, it turned out to just be a switch that needed resetting.
My brilliant sister, Sue, is on driving duty for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday next week, followed by my good pal, Alison, on Thursday and George again on Friday.
I really can’t thank everyone enough.
And I really have to thank Isaac and Stanley for the amazing image below! They are the sons of Rachel, one of the nurses who looks after me on the chemo ward. It turns out they’re big fans of Scream Street on TV, so I took a couple of books in for them last week.
Great to see Roger the Dodger making an appearance alongside Billy Whizz! But, can you solve the puzzle they made for me on the left side of the page?
Now comes the weekend. Lots of rest is planned for yours truly, and I plan to crack on with the rewrite of my new book. It will be a great way to take my mind off more troubling matters, and have fun in the process!
As ever, thank you for reading and sharing these posts. They really help me to get my thoughts down in order, and I’ve been getting so many lovely messages from people who say they enjoy reading them.
Which leads me to a question…
I’m thinking of compiling the entire blog into a book. An ebook at first, with a print version possibly to follow. It will feature all the posts, plus some extra, new stuff that would be exclusive to the book.
If I were to create the book version of Tommy V Cancer and sell it via Amazon perhaps for £2.99), would that be of interest to anyone, do you think?
Please let me know in the comments below.