Having just realised that my last post was a bit of a cliffhanger, I should probably start by explaining that last week, we clearly weren't ready for chemo 2. Whilst my red and white blood cells had recovered enough to fight on, my platelets had other ideas. They bounced back well, but unfortunately 97 wasn’t... Continue Reading →
34. Chemo 2 – are we ready?
Sometimes, the Dutch language literally makes me giggle - a Prikkammer is where they take your blood - it literally translates as a ‘prick room’ and, in the usual Dutch no nonsense fashion, the efficiency of the process is great. You rock up and take a ticket, have a seat and wait your turn, no... Continue Reading →
33. Day 16 in the Big Brother house…
In best (but still terrible) Georgie accent ...and Boxy decides it’s time the gloves came off Having spent weeks coming in and out of my flipping cave; feeling like a yoyo trying to get below a 4mg dose of dexamethasone; physically broken by the impact of the aforementioned drug on my body; emotionally broken seeing... Continue Reading →
31. Chemo 1 – how’s it going?
So, it’s day four of cycle one. And so far, it’s been a mixed bag, mostly because there are two parts to the story – firstly, the ongoing battle with dexamethasone and the side effects it’s having; and secondly, adding chemo to the mix. Dexamethasone – the frankly horrific reality This stuff really is the... Continue Reading →
30. Bouncing back – or as Lewis would say…
When I first found out that my cancer was back, I was adamant that I’d blog the journey again, and to start with, I did. But as the journey got harder, my physical, emotional and mental strength changed, and I’ve found it much harder to understand things, articulate how I feel, and share what I’m... Continue Reading →
29. Six degrees of separation – the SSG
I recently caught up over a beer with an F1 contact, who I met a few years ago in Australia. I was passing through Swindon to meet a friend in Marlborough, and he was out enjoying a beer festival with a few mates from his local running club. To cut a long story short, not something... Continue Reading →
27. My family (and other lunatics)
So this post has been on my mind for a while, but I’ve been afraid to actually write it, because despite what people have said about my writing, this one’s about my family, and I’m honestly not sure I can do them justice. But it’s about time I tried… So how are Mum & Dad... Continue Reading →