Its 11.30pm on my watch so I thought I better get in a last entry for what has been a very fucked up year.
On the day after my last entry, Cheryl went in for her monthly chemo. The blood works were the best they have ever been and were very near normal. It looked like the bone tumours were in stasis and that this would be the long term prognosis.
THe following Monday, Cheryl feels a bit ichy which is not unusual after the chemo. She starts getting lethargic and running a temperature. I suggest the flu as it seemed to be going around the office.
I take the week off for Christmas. Cheryl isn't any better and in fact can barely get out of bed, complains of tinnitus in the morning and has a dramatic loss of short term memory. I get worried and suggest that she speaks to the doctor. The doctor is triple booked as he is covering for the others who have gone on holidays and he has to get things done by Friday before he goes overseas for 2 weeks. Cheryl speaks to the doctor over the phone, he says it is possibly the flu, just see if things get better.
Cheryl felt a little better the next day. The doctor was reassured and suggests she get some blood work done to confirm nothing is wrong. The blood work is done Friday morning, the results come out Friday midday.
The blood tests showed normal red and white blood cells. I thought everything was okay until Cheryl read the second page and freaked out. Her enzyme rates had double to quadrupled in various categories. This means massive tumour activity. Unfortunately the doctor did not return our calls to discuss the results before he went on leave. We now have to wait until 3 January for a covering specialist to come in.
In short, As Cheryl is not feeling pain, we don't where the tumour is. There is a tumour there that is not controlled by the present chemo and we don't know whether it can be controlled by another regime.
In short this may very well be the last Christmas and New Year Cheryl and I spend together.
As you may guess, this has been somewhat upsetting and if I wasn't so busy at the moment looking after Cheryl and the baby I would probably be a wreck.
However, I fully realise that not everyone lives like this. Therefore notwithstanding that the Devil has farted in my general direction once again, I sincerely wish all who read this a Happy New Year and I promise the small number of people on my friends list that I will drop around soon to apologise and explain my abscence.
On the day after my last entry, Cheryl went in for her monthly chemo. The blood works were the best they have ever been and were very near normal. It looked like the bone tumours were in stasis and that this would be the long term prognosis.
THe following Monday, Cheryl feels a bit ichy which is not unusual after the chemo. She starts getting lethargic and running a temperature. I suggest the flu as it seemed to be going around the office.
I take the week off for Christmas. Cheryl isn't any better and in fact can barely get out of bed, complains of tinnitus in the morning and has a dramatic loss of short term memory. I get worried and suggest that she speaks to the doctor. The doctor is triple booked as he is covering for the others who have gone on holidays and he has to get things done by Friday before he goes overseas for 2 weeks. Cheryl speaks to the doctor over the phone, he says it is possibly the flu, just see if things get better.
Cheryl felt a little better the next day. The doctor was reassured and suggests she get some blood work done to confirm nothing is wrong. The blood work is done Friday morning, the results come out Friday midday.
The blood tests showed normal red and white blood cells. I thought everything was okay until Cheryl read the second page and freaked out. Her enzyme rates had double to quadrupled in various categories. This means massive tumour activity. Unfortunately the doctor did not return our calls to discuss the results before he went on leave. We now have to wait until 3 January for a covering specialist to come in.
In short, As Cheryl is not feeling pain, we don't where the tumour is. There is a tumour there that is not controlled by the present chemo and we don't know whether it can be controlled by another regime.
In short this may very well be the last Christmas and New Year Cheryl and I spend together.
As you may guess, this has been somewhat upsetting and if I wasn't so busy at the moment looking after Cheryl and the baby I would probably be a wreck.
However, I fully realise that not everyone lives like this. Therefore notwithstanding that the Devil has farted in my general direction once again, I sincerely wish all who read this a Happy New Year and I promise the small number of people on my friends list that I will drop around soon to apologise and explain my abscence.
I hope your new year may yet be a happy one