2/11/12

2/11/12





Ok



Now with added Toxins.



Yesterday came and went, I was the first patient in to the Dorset Cancer Care dept at Poole Hospital and the last one to leave, full of a whole, new-to-me batch of pollutants and as I write this, I’m not feeling too bad. I did come away from there with a pump (that works on air pressure (quite ingenious)) attached to the PICC line (that I received on Tuesday) and another bag load of pills (steroids and anti-sickness ones mainly).


I must admit, I was very nervous before the treatment started but “hats off” to the team in the DCC they were all very pleasant and there is a good positive attitude across the dept and I even got to hear the “END OF CHEMO” Ships bell ring beside the front door which was then answered with a loud cheer, whistles and woohoo’s from all within earshot, as a fellow sufferer stepped out after being given the “all clear”. (I’m gonna ring that bell, so hard, so loud, that all of you reading this little page of mine will hear it in your homes and you will know that I have won.)

My treatment started with a series of different saline type solutions being added to my blood stream via my new tiny white pipe, litres of the stuff complete with an added diuretic, yes me Stevieboy inventor of the “Royal Wee” was given an intravenous diuretic, no need, this resulted in my need to pee equalling that of the, 4 pints of best seal breaking moment after a day of drinking coffee at work with no food. Yep every ten minutes I had to unplug the auto drug giving machine from the mains, check that my pipe work was safe and wheel this apparatus into the toilet and measure my wee, and then make it safely back to my little corner of the dept.

I peed 7.65 litres yesterday.


It’s kind of safe for me to say that, yes now the penny has dropped, I am under no illusion, I do have this disease, now it’s all about getting over it. Having this extra pipe leading into my left bicep (not the crook of my elbow) is quite good at reminding me of this.


So for now I shall be doing things only when I can. (This includes stopping at the cinema on the way home last night with the wife and watching “Skyfall”, which was most excellent)

I shall be sleeping when I have to and possibly living in my pyjamas or possibly not. Our door is open to visitors, but don’t feel as though you have to, especially if you are coming down with something, chicken pox, shingles, measles, flu…..etc. as a side effect to this chemo is my not having any white blood cells, so I cannot fight off infections, but this wont be forever.


This is me Steve Royal. Son to Christine and Tony.


Have a week.