guys day 4ish

Didn’t blog yesterday as I felt I had been hit over the head with a mallet. As well as varying chemo cocktails I am constantly have to swill down endless tablets: anti fungal, anti sick, anti-something or other, phosphate, calcium, oh yes, antibiotic, . shake rattle and roll. Hospital life is not one to hark after, though the staff are amazing, very calm friendly and unphazed by anything. I have a hickmam line set up in my chest – I look like a spare part for a washing machine. Those of you who don’t know what one is, I’m afraid it’s a google search, as too long to explain, but basically all things that have to go in to me (chemo / medicines etc) or come out of me (blood) are taken directly through the hickman line. They say it will eventually become my best friend. Ha!. Saves on endless needles though. Enough of medical information, it’s a bit too much detail, specially for the squeamish, which includes me.
Thanks for responses to blog. And too all of you who have stopped by to visit. I am still pretty much in the dark as to what is going to happened over the next few weeks. My guess is I will feel worse, more mallet hitting, as the chemo progresses. Don’t care really, as long as I get the result. Wimbledon and football. Normally I would be in seventh heaven, but the grading has slipped down to about 4th! Another blogget soon. Love to all who read. Ciao ciao.