Swollen feet and ankles

If it is not wrists then it is feet; today I have feet the size of a Hobbits as my ankles are swollen beyond recognition, I hate them, and despite having them raised most of the day they are still up. I wish there was something I could do to combat them but there is not a lot can be done apparently.

Not limp wristed

I would have to even more unlucky health-wise than I am now to have bone cancer in the same place on the opposite wrist as I did in 1992 but this morning I found a rather large lump on my left wrist. Thankfully, after visiting my GP, it appears to be nothing more than a cyst of some description [It can be moved, painfully, which means it is not adhered to the bone in anyway].

I have an appointment for a CT scan next Friday before seeing the Oncologist the following week for another review.

Sweet dreams

I had such a wonderful deep sleep, only waking once to use the toilet, that I had several deep dreams. I am used to experiencing hallucinations nowadays and talking to people whist asleep so it is was so unusual and most satisifying to have real dreams.

Chemotherapy #6 [6/7] – Another good one for me, but not for some

Once again I had Nurse Donna attend to my chemotherapy session and it went off without a hitch, well apart from them not allowing my youngest daughter in the chemo suite. We had to drag my eldest daughter kicking and screaming out of work to come and pick her up from us. [OK, she relished the chance to get out of work an hour early and then be treated to a MacDonald’s meal; I have a penchant for them after Chemo and picked one up for everyone].

Another poor lady patient was not having it so easy and was where I was at a week or so ago when it mattered not what was said to her she was going to break out into tears, she was at the end of her tether and it was difficult to watch. I also know that nothing I or anyone else said to her would not make one iota of difference. I just wish she was as fortunate as me in having someone like my wife around. It makes so much difference and I know without her I would find it so much harder than it already is.

Monday blood tests

I jumped the queue again today ahead of all the other poor souls in the cold wet waiting room. I do not feel too bad getting in before them even though they have to wait longer but I cannot risk picking up any virus. The blood-letting nurse was pretty good, barely a nick felt.