Geezo at the start of this whole nightmare it seemed like an eternity until chemo for my husband was to finish, but here we are and he only has 12 days until it's done.
He has already been discharged from the chemo service (his oncologist said she didn't ever want to see him again - believe me love the feeling is well and truly mutual 😂lol) and he's now classed as a surgical patient.
Overall his chemo has been no where near as bad as either of us expected it to be. I had visions of there being sick bowls all over the house and me going about with my margolds and apron being nurse maid. We are so grateful that hasn't happened! The worst side effects for his has been the fatigue much more so this cycle when his bloods were at their lowest, but he's starting to pick up now and is much brighter and managing to be a bit more active. Huzza!!
He had a slight "blip" at the end on cycle 1 when his kidney function went a bit haywire, but glad to report it is back the 100% normal now, so at least I know both my kidneys are mine for just now, I'll hang to them just now just in case he does need a spare 😁
So now we wait for surgery. More waiting - don't you just love it? But hubby has his repeat CT scan tomorrow, the MDT meet on Friday morning to discuss it and we have an appointment to see them Friday afternoon .
We're not nervous about it, what will be will be. We just need to know what the plan is next and if the chemo hasn't done what it's meant to have done then what are they gonna do next. It's not being negative, I think it's being realistic. The emotion, hurt and anger we both felt back at the start has gone, or at least diminished (a lot) and we are able to approach any hurdles with a more practical less panicked hat on.
We do continue to get through this with a somewhat warped sense on humour and man oh man that's been the best thing we could've done. We are not lying down to this, we've had plenty of laughs, giggles and shenanigans along the way. He's still the same person as he was before he just happens to have a "thing" growing in his oesophagus. He's still my husband, he still leaves his socks on the floor, he can be a stubborn pain in the butt sometimes, but he's mine.
I really do like this group - (it's much better than some of the others out there). I've gotten so much help and advice, I've even joined the OPA, ordered a putnam's wedge pillow (at a discounted price), printed off loads of self help guides and recipie ideas (I'll plant some trees to offset my increased paper consumption 😀) which have all been super helpful and I wouldn't have know about any of it if it was for this group.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! 😁😊😁