Last Updated on March 3, 2023 by ADMIN-TOM
Well, my #chemo and #cancer sparring partners have the upper hand. My chemo is paused for a week and then the next cycle (and hopefully last cycle) will commence on 14th March. That will be 9 months of chemo I’ll have endured by the end of it. Assuming that is the end. I’ll have to wait and see.
So, I get a week off between my last chemo injection and the next beginning of a full cycle. The new cycle always starts with three mornings in bed… no, not for sleep or anything else. Purely for chemical infusions. Tuesday for five hours, about the same the next day, Wednesday and ninety minutes on Thursday for a calcium infusion. The calcium is designed to help the bones which are reacting to the chemo and causing me a lot of pain. Luckily, I’m so drugged up with pain killers it’s not causing me a problem in respect of pain. But my chemo brain, a real thing that gives the poor soul, me, a problem with memory, I forget where I’m going, where I’ve been and sometimes, I get weird dreams where dead relatives are telling me something that I completely forget when I wake up. But in between now and the new chemo cycle I have to go for blood tests. I’ve just had an extensive set of blood tests two weeks ago, no idea what the results were and no doubt I won’t find out what these new tests reveal. Doctors here in Cyprus keep the information they have close to their chests. They don’t reveal anything unless you ask, and then they only give you a limited answer, just enough information to keep you guessing.
So, it’s a wait and see period in March with only a glint of hope that I’m finally reaching the end and maybe the cancer has been beaten.
So, let battle commence. There is only one loser in this, and it’s not me.
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