Ever changing

We got it all arranged, a hotel to stay in, a meal at my stepbrother’s house, & now I’m once more in a quandary. This is all in aid of going down to Wythenshawe to see the surgeon, who operated on me earlier in the year. We were so pleased to manage to book a disabled room in the hotel we stayed in last time & to discover my stepbrother & his wife were free to see us that evening for a meal.

 

Now, this morning, I discover regulations concerning visiting people in Manchester have changed. People are no longer able to have friends in the house. So can we visit this bit of family or not? The radio keeps saying restrictions covers the north of Manchester. They live in south Manchester. But where is the divide? I can see that is going to be my job today trying to find out. Or maybe they will ring later in the day to make different arrangements.

 

Changes

On Monday I had words with my GP about some effective control of the neuropathy that affects my feet in particular. The constant tingling in my fingers I can cope with. In my toes it is a different new matter. I see on the sheet about the new chemo I’m starting next week, neuropathy is a possible side effect so I want to get the first lot of neuropathy more under control. She gave me a prescription for something else.

 

This new medication has a bit of a lead in. So on Tuesday I had one before bed. Yesterday I had one in the morning – well actually it was the afternoon as I forgot to have it earlier - & one just before bed. Today I’ve had one first thing & I should have one at midday & one at night. After that it’s 3 a day, spaced out.

 

Talk about spaced out. Today I’m feeling so woozy. I nearly fell over when I got up, not expecting to feel so unbalanced. The only thing I can put the difference to is the fact that I’ve started a new pill regime. I’m just hoping my body will settle down with time otherwise I can see me getting back onto the GP for something different. It’s not as though my feet are feeling any better & this wooziness is definitely making me feel bad.

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 I’ve just had a phone call cancelling the PICC line & start of chemo. I’m off to see the surgeon at Wythenshawe hospital instead next week. I’m getting new appointments for the PICC line/chemo session for when we’ve heard what the surgeon says. If it is operable, then those appointments will be cancelled in favour of another op. If it isn’t we’ll go ahead with the chemo at once.

A shock

I thought I’d put on a blouse today that I haven’t worn for a while, Even when I have it’s been over a jumper during the winter months. It has come as a shock to me that it is now only feasible to wear it over something.

 

It’s sleeveless. The top button of the blouse is low, just above the bra I’m wearing. I look in the mirror. On my right side all looks well. The collar stands up around my neck. The left side is a different matter. The soft material is drawn down into the hollow left by my recent operation. The biggest lump protrudes out, leaving me looking badly mis-shapened. I’ve hastily put a cardigan on & done up the top couple of buttons. As I say, this is not a blouse to be worn again without a jumper under it to cover that lump until such time as the lump shrinks with chemo (if it ever does).

 

 Is this the only item of clothing that I’m no longer going to feel appropriate to wear, particularly in summer? I wonder…