Good things are happening. The biggest thing to report on the physical front – and this is massive – is that the peripheral neuropathy in my feet that was caused by the chemotherapy drug paclitaxel has improved dramatically over the past month. Don’t get me wrong; that painful throbbing and numbness in the balls of … Continue reading Acupuncture, tennis, a haircut and going back to work
As soon as I’ve recovered from my radiotherapy treatment and assuming I’ve regained sufficient mobility and strength in my right arm and shoulder, I plan to get back on the tennis courts. I was concerned that the movements involved in playing might increase my risk of developing lymphoedema but the consultant oncologist in charge of my … Continue reading Should I play tennis? “Yes, just don’t play Federer.”
A few of you have asked whether I did in the end challenge my two teenage sons to a tennis match before I started chemo. That was after I’d written a post (Tennis I) way back in the summer saying they hadn’t yet beaten me. Should I leave well alone or risk defeat, I wondered. … Continue reading Tennis II
So, do I challenge my 16-year-old son to a game of tennis before I start my chemotherapy treatment next Wednesday? If I do, I’ll be giving him an opportunity to beat me and he hasn’t managed to do that in the few years we’ve been playing each other. I was determined not to lose to him … Continue reading Tennis, Part I
Well, well, well. Not only did the PET CT scan I had a couple of weeks ago show no disease progression, my tumour marker level has fallen twice in a row over the past several weeks. The ongoing inability of my bone marrow to make enough haemoglobin to transport sufficient amounts of oxygen around my … Continue reading A welcome surprise and another lesson in unpredictability
I am both relieved and happy to report that the two dreadfully painful mouth and tongue sores that I’d had for the past couple of weeks have gone. The sores were a side effect of one of the two new drugs that I started taking just over three weeks ago for the secondary breast cancer … Continue reading Salted peanuts, citrus fruits and vinegar – they’re all back on the menu!
Spoiler alert: This blog includes multiple gratuitous references to a recently concluded and very popular UK TV series about police corruption. Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the wee donkey, if it’s not one thing, it’s another. The pain I’d been having periodically in my joints disappeared overnight when, a fortnight ago now, I started on my … Continue reading Mother of God, the mouth ulcers
I saw my oncologist on Wednesday last week and we were finally in a position to decide what my next treatment would be. I won’t go into the details regarding why it took a while for us to work out what the options were as it’s quite complicated. Suffice to say that on Friday night … Continue reading The next phase
Pandemic restrictions are loosening and things are looking up on that front. We’ve been limited to meeting up with just one other person outside for exercise since December but now the rule of six – whereby you are allowed to gather outside in groups of up to six, including in your back garden – is … Continue reading Restrictions lifting and moving on to the next treatment
It’s sometimes good to have positive expectations – I think as humans we need them – but I should know by now that it really doesn’t do to raise your hopes in this cancer business. I don’t want to overdramatise things, but I have to confess to feeling rather annoyed at myself for daring to … Continue reading Expectations? It’s hard not to have them.