Monthly Archives: July 2014

Double whammy chemo go go go!!!

An early appointment at the Royal Marsden today. I hope. The cab ordered for 7.30 am never arrived. The good news however, the extremely nice receptionists at the premier inn In Earls Court went out and hailed a cab and here we are.

Well, well, what an immense turnaround from the efficient Royal Marsden. Bloods taken, results back and seen doctor. Julie has been given the go ahead for chemo so she is much happier now everything is good to go!

Two  hours’ worth of chemo, but will be well worth it

A birthday party to take our minds off things!

You know, it’s been tough for Julie since we returned from our last visit from the hospital. This has been a real challenge for her, the new chemo is taking its toll, she’s been in a lot of pain, for the first time since she was in hospital for her operation in February. We are off up to London again on Tuesday, this time for a double whammy treatments.

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Good news today though…..we’re off to Archie’s 2nd birthday party!

Blockages at the Marsden!

 

So here we are again at the Royal Marsden, I’ve finished my work I brought with me ( this waiting room is becoming my Chelsea office ) and Julie has had her obs but her bloods are taking a bit longer because apparently the PICC line is blocked (again!).  Good news is plumbing is part of what we do so I thought I might have to operate but she’s back. I think she frightened the blockage out once she realised I may get involved!!

Julie’s opinion of the PICC line: much better than keep having to have cannulas inserted, especially when her veins aren’t much good but such a drag when the line gets blocked for no apparent reason! Nurses are on hand to flush, flush again and then administer Urokinase via a drip to get the flashback blood needed before chemo can begin.

Dr Kev – now I’m allowed to give injections!

Julie’s now the proud owner of a neat little yellow sharps box plus a supply of Filagristim injections – and guess who has volunteered to give them to her? Dr Kev is on hand each evening to dish out the small jab needed to keep Julie well during her double chemo doses, as the concoction increases the neutrophils (blood cells which are needed to fight infections). Julie says they don’t hurt and I did have training at the Marsden on a rubber ball but they are just another irritation to add to her daily struggles …….

 

The joys of grandparenthood!

 

There’s nothing to beat being a grandparent – you get all the fun and can spoil them rotten, then send them home at the end of the day!!

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Nothing like building a tank in the garden with Jack!

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Sunday afternoon snoozes with Archie are just the ticket!

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Julie and Archie at Mottisfont, one of our favourite National Trusts ….

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A Christmas handful!

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Same for Nana!!

 

 

 

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I got this idea of a hat from the film the SIGNS

Whereby I am clearly the most friendly looking face on the Tube …..

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Back to London today, ready for the next round of Julie’s chemo tomorrow. Have a couple of minor incidents to report. Crash into a foreign person with our suitcase, serves her right for not looking in front while walking…oops. Not 2 minutes later a foreign man thrusts his child in direct line of the case and I nearly crush said child in the barriers at Victoria tube station ( why don’t parents keep an eye on their kids when they are on holiday in a foreign city?).

Finally get on the tube, to be confronted by, as I was to learn later, a young Saudi chap lying across the seats asleep! His friends wake him and tell him to let me have one of the two seats he is sprawled across, which he does.

“Hello” says the young Saudi, ” are you a nice man?”. At this stage I decide to practice my deafness get-out by cocking my head to one side. “In my country it is the men who are nice and the women who aren’t”.  He carries on the conversation. So I’ve now decided the deaf ploy hasn’t worked.  “Trust me” says I, ” There are women in this country who aren’t very nice”.  I growl.
“They are all very tall” he replies.
“Who?”
“The women in your country!”
“Really? I don’t think so, I mean look at at that one over there” I said pointing at Julie, who most of you know is only 5’2″. “She’s not very tall ”
“Where do you live?”
“On the south coast” (slightly rattled by now because we’ve been traveling for two and a half hours, my day started at 6 am and he is quite clearly a tourist either looking for a sensible conversation or a ladyboy trying to pick up a a grey haired man to be his sugar daddy. No chance on both counts!)
“Where is that?” he continues.
“Near Southampton and Portsmouth”
“Where’s that?”
“On the south coast!!!!”
Thank god for that we have arrived at Earls Court, I think to myself..

Moral of that true story….? Never take a seat when an Arab with little knowledge of our language has to woken up to donate it to you. You may have to give an impromptu geography and English language lesson on the tube.:-)))))

Julie’s suffered a bit over the last couple of weeks until about last Friday, when she started to want to eat again, I cooked her a roast dinner on Sunday then she ate 4…..yes 4 eggs.

Cooked her a chilli on Saturday, “this is too hot to eat” she said…”I’m making a Caesar salad!” Just by those little comments I knew she was feeling better than the previous ten days :

Business as usual at home

CT scan done, managing director is currently in for MRI

Once I get her back on the train home, I’ll be happy.  Julie needs rest, it’s been a busy fortnight. Luckily thanks to Nathan (& Guy),  business carries on with the minimum disruption. Nathan, you have no idea how much knowledge you have my son. You are a fine tradesman.