I managed to find myself in hospital again, the night before I was meant to start chemo.
My platelet count was 50, which is apparently not good, and after being discharged at 6 in the morning, we dragged ourselves to the Marsden for my appointment. They took my blood and I passed out for the first time ever, so the pholobotomist panicked and wheeled me to my appointment. It was an ignominious entrance. My arm is black and blue, as a low platelet count basically means your blood is too thin and you bleed and bruise easily.
All of this meant that the Doctors couldn't safely give me my chemo. This meant a holiday from the poison last week. By last Thursday it was in the 200's and now it is back to normal.
My reward was starting chemo yesterday.
Thankfully I am on a smaller dose, but missing a week means I will now be on chemo over Christmas which is good news for turkeys and other edible Chrismas animals.
I have decided to see as many of friends as possible so have been a real socialite. We have portable ramps so if I know you, be prepared for a home invasion sometime soon.
Taking steroids again has at least given me some motivation and studying and doing a bit of work here and there is keeping me busy.
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| Pub lunch with the homies |
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| The Ladies of South London |
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| 30th Birthday with Cuz Ross |
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| Darling Wife and Candy |
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Sam giving it some blue steel |
The next thing we have planned apart from enless socialising, is going to watch Bill Bailey live, which should be fun. At least I know I can't be called up on to the stage as their are no ramps. Result.
Until next time, have a great Christmas and a Happy New Year.
