Since I last appeared I have been trying out my new chemo.
From day 1-21 no real side effects.
The day I stopped on Day 22, my hair started falling out in clumps. That's the definition of ironic.
It looked like a brown labrador had been sleeping in my bed. Oh well if vanity was an affliction I suffered from then I would topped myself a long time ago with all the psoriasis, steroid face, pressure sores, losing a nut etc.
So I am going to get my head shaved and go full Walter White from Breaking Bad. I'll look out for the Heisenberg hat n'all. Even my beard is on shaky territory. Apparently eyebrows aren't affected. What a bonus.
The pain is still bad, but I am dealing with it by starting my own opiod epidemic. I always stupidly thought taking painkillers was a sign of weakness and I was a bit of a cowboy, trying to tough it out for 5 years by grimacing a lot.
That was until the pain went to DEFCON ONE (That's the most serious btw) and I realised what proper pain was. It was when I couldn't think straight and was sweating like only male Hollywood producer at an feminist conference.
Look there is a positive flipside to all of this. My friends and family have descended en masse and I have seen my Mom and sister Kim from Australia.
My uncle and aunt are coming over from Botswana for a week tomorrow.
My sister-in-law Gaylyee came for a week from Spain. My cousins Ryan, Ross, George, and Katie and their other-halfs have all been around loads. I know I've forgotten someone. If I have, remember I love you and I blame chemo brain for my forgetfulness.
That list isn't counting numerous visits from good friends, people sending food so my poor wife doesn't spend her life cooking, generous gifts and loads of messages and support.
No matter how bad the situation, and you really cannot polish this particular turd, I may not have the best luck, but I have the most supportive wife, friends and family I could wish for, and that's enough for me right now.
Love to you all.
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