Saw my oncologist today, all looks well. She is trying to get me some test that I need before she can stop the medicine and say I don't need to come back. As it is, I go back in 4 months.
I am still battling through Round 3, beginning, I hope, to edge out of the Really Bad week (constipation, everything tasting VILE). Crushing fatigue a real problem - fortunately the delivery person who brings our twice-weekly consignment of tinned soup, smoothies and bananas is prepared to carry them up a flight of stairs.
Fuck cancer. It's got the person closest to my partner other than me in its grip, and seems reluctant to let go. There are many unknowns at the moment, but I don't like the look of things.
Fuck cancer. It's got the person closest to my partner other than me in its grip, and seems reluctant to let go. There are many unknowns at the moment, but I don't like the look of things.
Fuck cancer - I have had both skin cancer and prostate cancer and both are so irritating as it's not just the immediate treatment, but the constant monitoring afterwards. The prostate cancer needs quarterly blood tests and the dreaded results, which currently are worrying as they keep going in the wrong direction. The skin cancer has left me with a huge scar on my face that scares people.
Despite all of that I have learnt to rely more heavily on God and He has been there with me going through it all. I see every day as golden and try to make the very best of every minute with my wonderful and incredibly supportive wife of 43 years!
And it goes on so long. I was diagnosed in October, surgeries in January and February, chemo since March, radiotherapy to follow, see oncologist again in September, possibly batted back to surgeon thereafter. Plus, as you say, the monitoring ever after.
Makes me glad to be 76 as it means I don't have to put up with it indefinitely...
My husband, poor soul, has been putting up with treatments for myeloma for a decade now, and the current one is a doozy.
Just heard the results of the test my oncologist ordered. It was on the tissue collected back in 2021 so I didn't have to do anything. The results were good, I can stop taking the estrogen inhibitor when I finish the current bottle.
I think I made a fool of myself, offering support from a believer to my friend who has a brain tumour, and perhaps I have embarassed him. But that's not much in comparison with the whole situation, I guess.
I dunno. You were trying to offer support (from yourself? someone else? whatever) and I suspect he realizes that, and is glad of it, regardless of whether it embarrassed him or not. I've been on the receiving end of a lot of that, and I appreciated it, even when it embarrassed me.
I dunno. You were trying to offer support (from yourself? someone else? whatever) and I suspect he realizes that, and is glad of it, regardless of whether it embarrassed him or not. I've been on the receiving end of a lot of that, and I appreciated it, even when it embarrassed me.
Thanks LC. I was offering support from me; well, I'll see when we next speak. I guess that for some people, saying you'll remember them in your prayers might feel like a bit of a 'bad omen' - that'd be a shame, but I can imagine it. I'll see I guess, next time we meet.
Ha, yes. I remember once when hospital visiting , I asked the elderly patient if he would like us to pray for him in church on Sunday. He was a faithful member of the congregation, but at this question he looked totally aghast and said, ‘Am I really that bad?’
Ha, yes. I remember once when hospital visiting , I asked the elderly patient if he would like us to pray for him in church on Sunday. He was a faithful member of the congregation, but at this question he looked totally aghast and said, ‘Am I really that bad?’
That's sort of why I gave up being a peer mentor with cancer patients. I reckoned I was reaching a point where the line between mentor and tormentor was getting a bit fuzzy. After a while, supporting without scaring is not always as clear as it might be.
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I am still battling through Round 3, beginning, I hope, to edge out of the Really Bad week (constipation, everything tasting VILE). Crushing fatigue a real problem - fortunately the delivery person who brings our twice-weekly consignment of tinned soup, smoothies and bananas is prepared to carry them up a flight of stairs.
Same same!
Please hold K, F and me in your prayers.
I hope you're continuing out of the Really Bad Week @Firenze and can start to enjoy life and food a bit.
So sorry to hear this @ThunderBunk . Praying for you, K and F.
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Despite all of that I have learnt to rely more heavily on God and He has been there with me going through it all. I see every day as golden and try to make the very best of every minute with my wonderful and incredibly supportive wife of 43 years!
Makes me glad to be 76 as it means I don't have to put up with it indefinitely...
My husband, poor soul, has been putting up with treatments for myeloma for a decade now, and the current one is a doozy.
Amen.
I think I made a fool of myself, offering support from a believer to my friend who has a brain tumour, and perhaps I have embarassed him. But that's not much in comparison with the whole situation, I guess.
Thanks LC. I was offering support from me; well, I'll see when we next speak. I guess that for some people, saying you'll remember them in your prayers might feel like a bit of a 'bad omen' - that'd be a shame, but I can imagine it. I'll see I guess, next time we meet.
Yes; from me too.
I hope it will go very well.
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