Blah, Blah, Blah; Bleurgh, Bleurgh, Bleurgh

By coincidence, a friend had an appointment (not cancer-related) at the Freeman Hospital yesterday when Mam and I went to pick up my poison pills.* Even though we had different appointment times, we were finished at the same time so we met in the Coffee House at the hospital for a natter. I have done more socialising in various hospitals over the last nine and a half months than anywhere else! The company was great and we had a lovely catch up, but the coffee wasn’t as good as it is at, say, Coffee on the Quayside.

I took my tablets while at the Coffee House Continue reading “Blah, Blah, Blah; Bleurgh, Bleurgh, Bleurgh”

Going Viral!

The Quarantine House has opened its doors once again because Leo has gone viral for what seems like the millionth time in his short lifetime: he’s got Chicken Pox! My Cole boys are therefore cooped up once more with feeling. Leo woke up early this morning with a temperature and this afternoon the first spot appeared, followed fairly quickly by a dozen more. Continue reading “Going Viral!”

“How to Teach Relativity to Your Dog”

I was talking to a vicar recently about the theory of relativity (as you do). I joked that my Dad says that I don’t “believe” in the theory but it’s not that so much as a struggle to understand it! I understand the theory in very simplistic terms. However, I don’t “get” space-time and time dilation in particular. A couple of years ago, my Dad borrowed a book from the library, the title of which I’ve “borrowed” for the title of this post. Putting aside the possible Freddie Shepherd-like slur, I didn’t have time (whether space-time or otherwise) to read it so I am none the wiser and (I expect) always will be!*

The discussion with the vicar was about time and light and all that “stuff”. It made me think about the layman’s relativity of time: a happy event seems to pass by too quickly while a boring lecture (on the Theory of Relativity?) Continue reading ““How to Teach Relativity to Your Dog””

Awakey Breaky Head…(Part Two)

Would you like to start your working week by watching examples of the same type of Hannibal Surgery that I had, as I described in Awakey Breaky Head…?

If so, you’re in the right place! Today I can offer you two links to five videos.

Classical Brain Surgery

There are four videos on Continue reading “Awakey Breaky Head…(Part Two)”

[Ch]e-mo Sabe Started on a Unicycle, is Currently on a Tricycle and Wants to Ride a Hexacycle

On Wednesday, I will be exactly halfway through the six cycles of the chemotherapy planned for me. I see my Oncologist tomorrow for a pre-quad cycle catch-up. Overall, I’ve been feeling a bit tired over the last few days. It’s probably a combination of: sleeplessness (I’ve been struggling to get to sleep and waking up early, which is not ideal for sleeping!); the chemo side effects kicking in; further steroid reduction last Wednesday (as they give one a boost in energy, I surmise that, as one reduces the dose, the boost is reduced too); increased mobility, which means more short walks in an average week; and, of course, general tiredness and fatigue caused by having a brain tumour, brain surgery (twice), radiotherapy and chemotherapy!*

However, I am feeling a lot less tired than I did at this stage when I rode the bicycle. Continue reading “[Ch]e-mo Sabe Started on a Unicycle, is Currently on a Tricycle and Wants to Ride a Hexacycle”

Let Them Eat Cake

After rambling updates Japanese style, the remainder of this post is about some wonderful fundraising by friends and former colleagues for the Brain Tumour Charity. Don’t worry, this is not a sponsorship request, it is a public thank you (whether they like it or not) to those who have raised money recently.

Haiku Updates – Health, Happiness and the Hobbit House

I’m feeling stable,

which might precede a set-back Continue reading “Let Them Eat Cake”

Sleeping the Dream

Women wait longer than men to be diagnosed with brain tumours on average, according to findings The Brain Tumour Charity has called “worrying”. Research by the Charity found that female patients who visit the doctor due to concerns about symptoms are twice as likely as men to wait more than a year to be diagnosed. People from low income families with a household income under £20,000 are more than twice as likely as those with a higher household income to wait a year or more between a visit to a healthcare professional and the diagnosis of a brain tumour.

I finished the tablet-taking part of this second cycle last Sunday. I felt nauseous and had a reduced appetite over the weekend and on Monday but thankfully that subsided on Tuesday. Most days, I’ve been sleeping Continue reading “Sleeping the Dream”