Very brief update on today’s activities.
Again, the well oiled machine that is the NHS purred like a finely tuned engine and the generosity of all our friends and family shone through as has been the case since day 1, as the next stage of treatment kicked into play.
Today was a day I had been dreading from the get-go as it involved the insertion of the uncomfortably invasive (but insanely impressive and invaluable) Hickman Line .
Up at 0515, kids and dog dropped off with friends at 0630 (thank you!!) and ready for the procedure at 0730. Clockwork.
Jenn and I had to hang around a bit longer than expected as an emergency operation was rightly prioritised ahead of me, but 1 diazepam later and an hours snooze meant the time passed without too much stress.
Then the operation…
Awake for the entire procedure with only a blue curtain to shield my vision from the business end of activities. It was about as much fun as you can imagine but not quite as bad as I was expecting. All in all took 40 minutes and has left me with a couple of plastic tubes protruding from my right pectoral and a strange appreciation that I literally have a direct line to my heart.
It’s a bit sore and awkward (not to mention bloody weird!) but I’m assured I’ll get used to it and the discomfort will subside over the course of a week.
I was going to post a picture but its a bit too gory at present so I’ll wait until its healed before thinking about doing that, if I do at all. (I have committed to being as open and honest with everyone as I can be but don’t want to offend at the same time)
Tomorow is when the new cycle of chemo kicks in and lasts for 28 days in total. It is much more intensive than the previous plan and aims to round house kick pretty much everything, both good and bad, into touch. It is the pre cursor to the stem cell transplant so we really are expediting the program.
So current plan is as follows;
- 2 cycles of new chemo (minimum) which will take me to November at best.
- Stem cell transplant which will last around 2 – 3 months then however long it takes to recover.
2017 is all about the treatment and 2018 about bloody enjoying life post treatment. That’s where my focus is now and as stated previously, you are all invited to a combined Christmas, New Year, 40th birthday and post chemo party that will be epic. Date tbc.
Finally, in anticipation of going full slap head I had a mate give me an all over grade 2 yesterday. All I need now are a few selectively placed tattoos and my conversion from middle class man to street thug will be complete.
Righty-ho, not much more to say so I’ll wrap it up and stick my new hobby of Netflix on to pass a few hours.