Time to Beat Cancer

Like everyone, Saturday was spent preparing for and then watching the Euro2020 Quarter Finals between England and Ukraine, in which we ran riot and battered them 4-0. Feels like a lifetime ago now. By Monday I was back in outpatients at hospital for blood tests and to have my hickman line dressing changed. This is easy enough, just getting the big sticker off without ripping my remaining chest hairs out by using the little alcohol squirter pouch, the lifesaver I've mentioned in previous posts. After that they use a very strong alcohol stick to press against the insertion points, which can sting quite bad. I'm pretty sure its stronger than own brand vodka, imagine the Lidl one being poured into a cut. Finally on Wednesday the 7th after a lot of back and forth with the bed managers, I was admitted back into King's College Hospital on Waddington ward (where I was initially admitted for the first round back in May) for my 2nd round of Chemotherapy. Unlike May where I ended up b...

 The last couple of weeks have been the best since I was diagnosed, earlier even to be honest. It has been good to be home with my family and girlfriend and to have a break from hospital. As it stands I am waiting to be readmitted for round 2 of chemo, this should be any day now, due to Davidson ward shutting while I was there (It's still shut and will be for another month potentially), it means the bed managers are very stretched, I'm at the top of the list to go in currently, but does rely on people being discharged. For the first weekend I just relaxed at home and ate a lot of food. I've been told now is the time to let loose and eat as much cake and rubbish as possible to try and get my weight up. I left hospital at 8 stone 3 pounds, which is a massive 2 and a half stone drop to my initial weight. The cancer diet is effective and quick it seems. Writing this on July 2nd, I am roughly 8 stone 9/10 pounds, so I have put a fair bit back on in a fortnight. I was back in hos...