went to see the new oncologist last night. Really couldn't be arsed trekking in to town for a 6 o'clock appointment, I was knackered as it stood without having to do that. Got in to his flat on Harley Street and it's all covered in busts of greek philosophers and stuff, all very typical. No one seemed to be about but he was just finishing his dinner and saw us early. I was pleasantly surprised, he was straightforward, direct and to the point but I liked him. He talked of needing to get me started on something soon before giving me a window at full chemo to get the possibility of the oh-so-unlikely remission. He appreciated evrything needed to be ried because of my age but was reluctant to start me on full chemo so is going to start me on this drug/chemo that apparently has decent results against this cancer and take it from there. It's minimal side effects and would be a 48 hour infusion in hospital where they could also keep an eye on me. I was left feeling rather positive by it and am giving my other oncologist a chance to respond before I book myself in to have it done. At least something will be happening, rather than all this waiting. It's fucking stressful all this like, the cancer would e bad enough but getting to all these appointment and the admin and endless people involved, it can become a bit much. I was fucking shattered by the time I got home yesterday but felt like I could progress with this other fella, I felt encouraged by the way he talked. Just one thing though, I'm sure some of the images framed on his wall were scanning electron microscope images of cancers ..... *brrrrrrr*, bit creepy that.
I'm feeling ok today, the appetite is coming back soI am managing more and more food every day and have been eating the most unhealthy things I can get my hands on to get the calories in. Ice cream is a good un that the doctor recommended, not very filling but easy to eat and very fattening. It isn't often you are told to eat as much calories as possible.
I saw a limo waiting on Harley Street with a chauffeur waiting outside and the rather incongruous sight of a big back of Primark shopping waiting on the seat.
Today has been my first full days rest, well, for weeks now, to quote the Velevet Underground 'I am tired, I am weary, I could sleep for a thousand years' |
