Tracey has mentioned most of the things that we have done so I won't bore you with the details but I will give you the benefit of a few photos showing the whole family having fun.
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| Beware of giant child |
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| All the kids carry knives these days |
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| Did we have to bring my brothers? |
I have lots of worries about chemo, not the least of which is sharing the house with three teenagers, one of whom works with animals and a wife who will lose some of her resistance to infection. We need a sterile environment, we don't have one. Short of dipping several of us in boiling water for a period there seems little we can do to improve. I am on rubber glove duty for the rest of the weekend and an inspection from Tracey's mum is due on Monday. It would be awful for Tracey to catch a bad infection just as the chemo is working. The real challenge will be keeping animal bugs away when Livi comes back from the Kennels and restarts college again, there may also be some issues with the rabbits.
I do wonder how I am going to cope with the changes to Trace in the next few weeks. Trace is strong, a rock for me (I know, it should be the other way round). She has coped very well so far. am girding my loins at the moment.
It seems such a long, long treatment. Weeks and months, perhaps years to go. I hope it doesn't start to grind us down. Perhaps I should take a leaf out of my daughters book (of whom I am very proud as I am of the way all three of my children have faced this) and do some fund raising. I fancy a sponsored walk. Later in the year perhaps.
One big problem is that I have suddenly realised that I am going to have to clean the toilets for the next few months. How does that work? I have spent many a long evening shouting down the big white telephone but no time applying cleaning fluids to it. Tracey will have to give me instructions. Hopefully the washing fairy won't go away during this period.
So we start a 3 week cycle (listen to me "we" I mean Tracey of course), three chemo drugs taken 3 times every three weeks. Then another drug taken 3 times every three weeks (goes in bright red, comes out bright red apparently). And then on to radio therapy.
While I am talking about illness during this surreal time when my whole family life is in turmoil and we have become centered on our own problems, one of my good friends, Clive, has suffered a heart attack. This was two weeks ago. I talked to him this week and he is on the mend which is a good thing. I have known Clive for 35 years and he is possibly the most fun and dangerous thing alive when he is camping. The best fire builder I know, with the strongest torches and loudest laugh. In the old days he could always be relied upon to chuck a sneaky firework in the fire at three in the morning just to check who was awake. Jane has suffered him for years and will be suffering him more now. She knows just how to cope with him. Strange to think that this heavy drinking, fearless pyromaniac works at a nuclear power station. Get well soon Clive, I will visit.
It seems insignificant to report this but I have also been to the hospital this week. I have been suffering from a cough and shortness of breath. Seems likely this is due to acid reflux and am on medication to fix it. So I am off fatty food and spicy food and late night eating. I suppose I have been diagnosed with being a fat little git, good diagnoses.
Well there you have it a few thoughts on the past and on the future. Thank you Sue H for all the help you have given to Liv over the past couple of weeks.
I leave you with a comment of the day from Farmer Giles
Bye Chris x
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