150 Not Out

No, the title doesn’t refer to my age (although I feel it sometimes!) but this is the 150th post on this blog.

It’s come (coincidentally) in the middle of quite a big week for me and my family: I started the week with the final tablets of my final cycle of chemotherapy; Jennifer “graduated” from nursery yesterday and finishes pre-school tomorrow; and, tomorrow we move into our new home, The Hobbit House. Continue reading “150 Not Out”

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Sickness Score (Part Five of Five)

Akynzeo/Metoclopramide 5 – 0 Temo

It’s a whitewash!

In Part Four of this mini-series, I wrote that I was worried about how my last day of chemo was going to be without my new best-friend Akynzeo. My lovely Silver Owl* said that, even if it was going to be a bad day, I should look back to where I was pre-treatment. Continue reading “Sickness Score (Part Five of Five)”

Sickness Score (Part Four of Five)

Akynzeo 4 – 0 Temo

The 88 hours of the magic anti-nausea drug’s lifespan expired earlier today. I feel a bit queasy thinking about taking the final tablets of this final cycle later today without its protection. My apprehension obviously won’t help matters! Hopefully the Metoclopramide (the usual anti-nausea pills) will step up to the plate in Akynzeo’s absence.

Another date for the diary: today was my brother’s due date. Typical of his laid-back attitude, he had to be dragged out 13 days later!

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Sickness Score (Part Three of Five)

Akynzeo 3 – 0 Temo

My Dad was looking into the anti-sickness drug on Thursday evening (as an Industrial Chemist does in his spare time!). He told me that Akynzeo is a compound of something and something else (he said the names of the somethings but I don’t care much about that). What was more interesting to me was that he read that each tablet costs the NHS £69, whereas in America it costs $600 per tablet. I think that, even with fluctuations in the exchange rate, it’s pretty safe to say that the NHS gets the better deal. Continue reading “Sickness Score (Part Three of Five)”

Friends [and Enemies] Reunited

After meeting my Brain surgeon on our fifth wedding anniversary (scheduled at exactly the same time that our wedding ceremony had started) and my first surgery being on the anniversary of my Uncle’s death, there’s been a degree of confluence of dates during my “journey” so far. It’s been a while but today is not just a double date, it’s a triple one. It’s the day that I have started my Hexycle (and final cycle) of chemotherapy. It’s also five years since I had my 12-week scan with Jennifer and 103 years since my late and beloved Grandad Jim was born. Grandad Jim was such a special person in my life, he deserves a full post, so I’ll hopefully finish and post that soon. Continue reading “Friends [and Enemies] Reunited”

A Delayed Post: Better Late than Full of Hate

I’ve been struggling to write a blog post this week. It’s not because there’s nothing much going on and, thankfully, there have been no mishaps or dramas. It’s because I’ve been pre-occupied with writing (in my head) a post about issues that have made me angry whenever I have (rarely) thought about them for most of this year. They bubbled up on Sunday. I did the modern-day equivalent of what Abraham Lincoln did: he wrote letters to people to express his anger and/or disappointment and then threw them away without sending them. I am glad that I decided not to publish a post in haste only to repent at leisure.

Back to our regular programming of updates about my health, happenings and the Hobbit House. Continue reading “A Delayed Post: Better Late than Full of Hate”