20 March 2019.
OK kids, I've been diagnosed with cancer at the base of the tongue in my throat. Not a good thing, but every medico I've spoken to has been extremely positive and told me it is totally curable with treatment.
I'm not shopping for sympathy, but I'm not much of a talker about private stuff (much to Suzanne's dismay) so I'm writing this the keep family and friends up to date, and save you all a bunch of phone calls and emails. Maybe this will also help out someone who might go through the same thing somewhere down the track. It's always good to get the story from the horse's mouth, even if his tongue is a bit munted. 😃
Oh boy, what a day. Here's our schedule
11:10 Nutritionist - 30 minutes
11:15 Oncologist - 30 minutes
11:45 Radiotherapy - 30 minutes
12:00 Chemotherapy - 4 hours
As you can clearly see, this is not going to work. This is the one thing we've has issues with, there is no communication between departments in the hospital. For once I am able to adopt the "Not my problem, you sort it out" attitude. If I didn't my head would explode.
No biggie, we did the rounds, answered all the questions, argued that I will be using MY SCALES at home to track my weight as ALL the hospital scales weight differently. Case in point, Grace the Oncologist was very concerned that I had lost four kilos when I told her my weight. Off to her scales we go, lo and behold I'm four kilos heavier again. Seeing as they make such a fuss about not losing weight during treatment, I thought they might have addressed this.
Radiotherapy was easy today, in fact I nearly fell asleep. The mask is now 95% OK.
The rest of the day was just killing time and being pumped for of various chemicals and fluids, and stirring up the nurses of course.
I felt very, tired after Chemo today. I asked if it was a different batch, but they explained the Chemo is cumulative, and I'm going to feel worse the more I have. Oh well, that's three down and four to go.
Here's a shot of me in the Chemo chair getting loaded.
Back to Grandmas to pick up Vader, and home again, home again, jiggety jig.
OK kids, I've been diagnosed with cancer at the base of the tongue in my throat. Not a good thing, but every medico I've spoken to has been extremely positive and told me it is totally curable with treatment.
I'm not shopping for sympathy, but I'm not much of a talker about private stuff (much to Suzanne's dismay) so I'm writing this the keep family and friends up to date, and save you all a bunch of phone calls and emails. Maybe this will also help out someone who might go through the same thing somewhere down the track. It's always good to get the story from the horse's mouth, even if his tongue is a bit munted. 😃
Oh boy, what a day. Here's our schedule
11:10 Nutritionist - 30 minutes
11:15 Oncologist - 30 minutes
11:45 Radiotherapy - 30 minutes
12:00 Chemotherapy - 4 hours
As you can clearly see, this is not going to work. This is the one thing we've has issues with, there is no communication between departments in the hospital. For once I am able to adopt the "Not my problem, you sort it out" attitude. If I didn't my head would explode.
No biggie, we did the rounds, answered all the questions, argued that I will be using MY SCALES at home to track my weight as ALL the hospital scales weight differently. Case in point, Grace the Oncologist was very concerned that I had lost four kilos when I told her my weight. Off to her scales we go, lo and behold I'm four kilos heavier again. Seeing as they make such a fuss about not losing weight during treatment, I thought they might have addressed this.
Radiotherapy was easy today, in fact I nearly fell asleep. The mask is now 95% OK.
The rest of the day was just killing time and being pumped for of various chemicals and fluids, and stirring up the nurses of course.
I felt very, tired after Chemo today. I asked if it was a different batch, but they explained the Chemo is cumulative, and I'm going to feel worse the more I have. Oh well, that's three down and four to go.
Here's a shot of me in the Chemo chair getting loaded.
Hang on! WTF. That's supposed to be for me.
I think I'm handling this whole thing better than Suzanne. She is exhausted and needs some serious rest and recovery. When we're through this she will get a real Suzanne holiday she deserves.
Back to Grandmas to pick up Vader, and home again, home again, jiggety jig.
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