I’ve not posted on here for a while, mainly because I always worry about coming across as moany, but today I wanted to moan, so here goes. We are currently experiencing a heatwave. Now as a gardener I know that plants need sunshine, and as a human I know that …
It’s been a while since I last posted here, mainly because so much seems to have been happening, but also because, well I was afraid that writing about vulnerability might unleash the waterworks, and then that they won’t stop. Just before Christmas, hubby had two seizures whilst asleep, and after …
Long time no blog on this site. Mainly because I’ve gone back to school, and I’d forgotten how much time and energy using one’s brain in an academic setting requires. There’ll be an update on hubby’s Avastin journey within a few weeks though, once we’ve had the latest scan results. …
I’ve seen it a few times now. That look I get when I tell people that I want to work with victims of sexual violence. It’s a sort of quizzical grimace, and it’s hard to hide no matter how fleeting. To some extent I understand it. After all, why on …
Before hubby started chemo in August 2014 for one of his NF2 tumours – the one in his brain, we spent many an hour researching the side effects and prognosis. The general medical consensus was that Avastin stood a good enough chance of shrinking and then stabilising the brain tumour …
We found out yesterday that after 3 months of chemo hubby’s brain tumour has shrunk by 2mm. So far he’s had four doses of Avastin treatment, and was scanned after the 3rd, so this is very good news and means that treatment will continue for at least another 3 months. …
After being turned away from the second chemo dosing because hubby’s blood pressure was too high, we’d become model patients – sorting out meds for hypertension, and buying a fancy digital blood pressure monitor which we use daily. We’d had a blip last week when I’d had to call the …
After a two hour drive through not very nice traffic, car parking issues, seeing the oncologist, and settling down for chemo dosing number two, it was quite disheartening to then learn that it couldn’t go ahead. Hubby’s blood pressure was too high, and they couldn’t risk doing permanent damage to …
Fortunately the chemotherapy unit at Oxford’s Churchill Hospital isn’t as dark and dreary as the one shown in the Macmillan telly advert. Instead, it has huge reclining purple armchairs, a never ending supply of hot drinks and snacks, beds in case you really need to lie down, radio’s, dvd’s and …
Hubby’s foot is now infection free. In his words, he’s been left with a “scabby toe”, but I’ll spare you the pictures. Fortunately the GP didn’t need to remove the big toe nail, and after our first appointment with the oncologist yesterday, we’re good to go with the chemo in …