|The Hood, an Elvis jumpsuit,|
and Elaine's wedding karaoke
on the horizon ... hmmmm.
Last time I wrote, we were preparing for the start of my second 6-day cycle. That was two long weeks ago. Things didn’t go quite according to plan. Cancer doesn’t take much notice of plans.
Before I started chemotherapy, when Dr Wong first found the tumours in my lungs, I was wheezing with only 89% of my expected lung capacity. Bleomycin, the B in my PEB cocktail, has dangerous side-effects including pulmonary fibrosis (scarring of the lungs).
Chemo days 1 & 2 passed without incident. We had a lovely Thai meal in the evening, and waved thanks and goodbyes to Elaine as she returned London. Day 3 brought my cold under control. Day 4’s blood results ruled out various chest infections and my Chorio count had remained ‘less than 2’. Day 5, a Saturday, I shuffled into the taxi home and collapsed into bed exhausted. I would rest Sunday & Monday, and planned to finish the cycle the following Tuesday.
|Cold turkey is far less amusing|
Dr Wong would not give me Bleomycin while I was lacking a quarter of my lung capacity, and risk leaving me a ‘respiratory cripple’. I felt OK after the drip, and asked for another go at the lung test. I really wanted to continue with the chemotherapy, and was nervous that Chorio might re-strengthen during the down time. I gave it everything I had but, although Mo and I were confident of better results, I failed to reach 73%. I was absolutely devastated. It felt like the side-effects of chemotherapy were killing me quicker than cancer. I spent a couple of depressing fish-out-of-water days on the sofa thinking about future life without oxygen.
|Thunderbirds are go|
- but George Michael?
It took him about 30 minutes and 2 tests to reach his firm conclusion - I have had ‘chronic moderate persistent athsma’ since birth. I found this incomprehensible. I can’t be athsmatic. I run around drunk above 4000m in the Himalayas while hardened trekkers are collapsing from altitude sickness.
|4km up the Himalayas? In January?|
With chronic asthsma? You gotta be joking!
Wow, that was a tough fortnight. I’ve just emerged from the B-detox. I can breathe again, Chorio is on the ropes, and I’ve got a few days to get fighting fit for the 3rd cycle.