I apologise for not posting sooner as I have had a terrible time since New Year's Eve.
I had my first round of Chemo on Christmas Eve and a follow up dose at home on New Year's Eve. All down hill from there on in.
To cut a long story short I ended up in hospital on two occasion both times with Gallstone problems, never even knew I had Gallstones, and also Pancreatitis. I have never experienced pain like it. Both times I ended up in hospital for 5 day stays with blood markers over 4000 and should have been 50-60. What blood markers they were I cannot remember.
Chemo was stopped and was told I will be given Radical Radiotherapy instead. Went for my Mapping Scan and the radiologist decided I was not well enough to have the Mapping Scan let alone the Radical Radiotherapy, bearing in mind I was only out of hospital a few days before and dragged myself out of bed ( I was isolating in bed from Covid for my wifes sake in case I caught the virus in hospital). Seen my Oncologist a few days later and she was in agreement with the Radiologist and decided I could only have Palliative Radiotherapy to try and stop the tumour bleeding. I did have the Palliative Radiotherapy over 5 days and the bleeding has indeed all bar stopped, just seen a few spots after a coughing fit in past 3 weeks almost.
I have since been told twice by same Oncologist that there is no more treatment for me, so in essence I am terminal. Not what I wanted to hear and asked for a second opinion which I will get within next 14 days.
I am struggling to sleep with my breathing being difficult. All I can see is my demise, mates carrying my coffin down to the hearse. I am at my wits end, not knowing how long I got, not even wanting to know how long I got, and feeling sorry for my wife,.
On a lighter note I would like to express my most sincere thanks to the Roy Castle Foundation for the Grant I was awarded and used it to buy me some much needed new clothes.
A million thanks.