4+4

Did a 4 miler yesterday lunchtime and another 4 today. :-)

Sorry it's been blogger lite at the moment - but it's due to the fact that cancer sucks!

He was meant to go in Friday for his last stop over chemo session. But they didn't have a bed so it was rearranged for Monday. He had been complaining of a pain in his shoulder and Friday he was in agony with it and it carried on hurting all weekend. The cause of the pain... a lump that is getting bigger and bigger.

Fast forward to Monday just gone, and he was admitted to hospital for his chemo. When I got there after work everyone was trying not to cry. Turns out that the lump in his neck/shoulder looks like it is cancer...B*STARD!

So instead of celebrating his last hit of hospital chemo we now have the sh*ty waiting game to play all over again. It's not fair!

Every time it seems things are starting to look up it turns sh*t. When he completed his prostate treatment and it was gone we should have been able to celebrate - but no, we were told he had stomach cancer. After he had his stomach removed they told us it had spread to his lymph system. And now after 6 months of hardcore chemo we should be planning holidays - but no, thanks Big C we can't.

Life stinks sometimes...

Blo*dy hospitals!

Tahhhddaaaa!! The last ever Chemo session.

Smiles all round. But Mr NHS (or Miss/Mrs) has over plans. Sorry we have no room for you on the ward :-(

Fingers crossed Monday will present an opportunity for a bed... Hope everyone has great weekends and reports on all the running/drinking ;-)

Cancer update

I haven’t done a cancer update for a while, but wow have we had a great (not) couple of weeks. Firstly he should have gone in for chemo two Fridays ago, but the hospital didn’t have a bed free on Friday so said that they would have one on the Saturday.

Saturday came and went, no bed. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday no bed. I felt really sorry for him as everyday he would get himself mentally prepared to go in for another round of chemo - which is really hurting him now, also the thought of knowing that he is going to be physically unwell for at least 2 weeks after doesn’t help.

Friday came Yah! A bed. I dropped him off at the hospital and waited with him to be admitted - for some reason they wanted him there for 7.30am. At about 9.30am and still no sign of a Doctor I had to make a move. I went back to the hospital that night at 6.00pm and they had just started his treatment, talk about hanging around.

We finally got him home on Sunday - but needed to make a trip back to the hospital to pick up his meds.

Over the last 5 or so months the chemo has effected him more and more, slowly eating away at his recovery rate in between sessions. It has got to the point now where he can’t even eat or drink so relies on his food pump thing that plugs in to his peg and flushing himself with water every hour.

Today I got a phone call at work - he had been rushed in to hospital because he had collapsed and couldn’t be brought around. So I jumped in to the jog mobile and headed down to the hospital. His blood pressure had dropped really low (an effect of the last lot of chemo). At the hospital he was given oxygen and kept under observation as well as having an armful of blood tests.

We have just got him home and fingers crossed he seems to be ok :-P

One more round of chemo to go in two weeks, then that’s it…

Boixing day run

Got my trainers on an headed out for a run before the hospital visiting schedule. Why is it called boxing day? I must admit I didn't know so when I got home I googled it... here's the answer.

The village was full of people walking around HAHA! they don't know what to do with themselves when the shops are shut :-) I managed a 6 miler.

Good news from the hospital - He can come home today :-D, but he has to go in on Friday for his next lot of chemo.