Glioblastoma Multiforme aka GBM4 aka Grade 4 Astrocytoma

Over the last week, I’ve had a number of falls and an increasing number of serious headaches. The chemotherapy which I was on (PCV) did not appear to be working.

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Half-Measures

It was third time lucky on Tuesday as I finally started my second cycle of Chemotherapy.

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Bone Marrow, Bone Marrow, Wherefore Art Thou Neutrophils?

Graham and I stepped once more unto the breach this morning in a second bid to start my second cycle of PCV poison.

Rainbow Road to Perdition

On Thursday, I was uncharacteristically up and out at the crack of dawn* to go to Jennifer’s school’s

Much Ado About Nada*

Graham and I went to the Freeman this afternoon to find out that my platelet (the little dudes who clot the blood) and neutrophil (white blood cells) counts are too low (75 and 1.2 respectively) to proceed with the

“If I Waited For Perfection, I Would Never Write a Word”*

I offer belated but brainfelt 70th birthday wishes to the marvellous NHS. It’s an institution of which “we should all be dead proud and without which we would all be dead”!** Did the institution