A bit of a breather

At this week’s hospital trip, I gave them my decision concerning chemo – no for the more invasive FEC-T variety but yes for bone strengthening. I was duly sent off for some blood-letting – the first stage. My next hospital appointment will mean getting the intravenous chemical. I gather I will be attached to a drip for about 15 minutes but that is it. I will have one session every six months for the next three years.

I was told before I could have the treatment I had to have my teeth checked at the dentist. I had brought forward my check-up date to next week. But then on Sunday a filling dropped out so Monday afternoon was spent at the dentist having that refilled. As I had told the dentist about the chemo & the need for a prompt check-up, he kindly checked all my teeth there & then, even X-raying them to make sure there was nothing invisible hiding there. According to the dentist the chemical that I’m having over the course of the next 3 years, means that I will have to go to hospital if I need any teeth taking out. That will not be able to be done at the dentist’s surgery.

The chemo doctor is also forwarding me onto radiotherapy. I should have an appointment there within a fortnight.

So now we have 2 weeks before my next hospital appointment. We contemplated having a weekend break somewhere. However, it is almost impossible to arrange such a break abroad so quickly when you have to sort out wheelchair access. We contemplated staying in Britain but the weather has been so miserable & gloomy of late there is very little attraction. Even if we went somewhere with indoor attractions, e.g. London, you still have to get to & from the gallery/museum. At the end of the day we’ve decided it would be good just to have a couple of weeks at home trying to do normal things – our regular routine is shot to pieces - & maybe try to catch up on some sleep in the comfort of our own bed.

I half-suspect I will find I'm off to see the radiotherapy specialist next week, just to upset any thoughts of getting into some sort of normality.