Ok.
What a difference a week makes.
I while ago, I started to type down a few emotions with an
ever present question in my head “is this going to help?” and what do you know,
I think it does. Today, I feel really positive about it all, I found my self
singing in the kitchen earlier and that’s been a while.
I’m not sure if it’s
just because I’m putting my feelings into words or maybe it’s the fact that so
many people have shown me a fantastic amount of support, whatever it is, it’s
working. Maybe it has been all the words
of encouragement that I have received from family and friends both new and old,
maybe it’s the random acts of pure kindness that my family and I have benefited
from, maybe it’s the fact that Mark and I’m led to believe others, are going to
completely shave their heads and faces (and in Marks case this is something
that has not been done since I was 4) in an attempt to raise money for cancer
research or is it the witches I know casting spells of good-vibe-ness, I just
don’t know. I do know that it’s not the morphine, I’ve not needed any for a
couple of days but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to get rid of the bottle
(winking smiley face), you never know when you might need some of that.
As concerns my projected treatment course, I still have my
meeting with my Oncologist on the 21st of this month and if my blood
is strong enough, he is going to pump me full of the same drugs on the 22nd
as he did on the 1st. He did promise me that he will be reducing the
dosage (phew!), this does come as a relief to hear and I am sure that these
toxins, in their lesser amount, will still do what they are meant to do. At least this time I’ll have an idea of what
to expect, what signs to look out for and to know to get to the hospital if I
have to. As it turns out this human body of ours is really quite resilient and
it does bounce back.
Boing.
Right, I’m off to find something else to savour, to feast
upon, and to get fat on. I might even bake a cake or maybe I shouldn’t waste the
calories mixing perhaps I should just eat some cakes. Hello, the wife just got back from waitrose
and placed some “seriously dainty cupcakes” by my side, now there’s girl after
my own heart.
This is me Steve Royal. Invigorated by friendship, fattened
by love.
Have a week.
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