Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted...
View Article  Day 5. Digging in for the long haul.
I've accepted the inevitable and am now plugged in to 4 IV drips!   Apart from the on-going antibiotics and antifungals I also have a small Morphine syringe pump and what looks like a half gallon milkshake bag - but is actually a balanced food supplement/replacement.
 
For the first couple of nights I was getting by. Wake up for the bathroom routine, rinse my mouth and accept the pain spike, get back to bed, wait for it to subside and try to drift off again for another hour or two.  But on Friday night the pain spikes just stopped fading - moving the pain-o-meter up another 2 or 3 notches and I was not able to sleep through much of the night.  So during Saturday I accepted the morphine syringe drip.  It's set on it's lowest setting of 0.5ml / hour - though they've already told me that's low for my body weight and I can ask for up to 2.0ml / hour.  Get thee behind me!
 
At the same time - my tounge is swollen enough to make swallowing a painful chore and I have no appetite to encourage me to try.  The small bits of soup, egg white, oatmeal and the like I was forcing down were not enough to make a real difference. So they've given me a days supply of IV food.  I will continue to sip iced supplement drinks and the like, and take the IV support as necessary.
 
I have been told to expect things to hold pretty much as they are for up to the next 10 days. the various infections may get worse - but they can up the meds to handle that. 
 
By the way - I'm glad the Friendly Orange Strangers with Purple Hats amused some of you. The image was meant to be funny. The actual visualisation I'm working with now is a little more subtle - but more on that another time.
 
View Article  Thank you!

You know who you are, and you know what for:

Thank you.

I know who some of you are and can guess at others, but I'm not sure, and I guess that's the point.    This means more than the gift alone - it's also the re-affirmation of the sense of community that makes Lamma so special to me. 
Curing cancer isn't just about the drugs and the diet - it has a lot to do with the state of mind in which I approach it. Knowing that I live among people who care about me and are willing to show it is hugely important.  And it's not just money - a smile, a hug, a joke, a book or a text message. Anything that makes me smile helps.
I've got some scary times coming up in the next few months and the more positive thoughts and memories I have to take into the hospital with me the sooner I'll be walking out again, and the better state I'll be in when I do.


My friends, again, thank you.

View Article  Give it some Attitude, man!
This post is a distillation of thoughts I've had whenever people mention my attitude to my leukaemia. It's lifted from an email to a friend

My take on the Positive Attitude thing.:
 
The truth is that there are assholes who survive cancer and wonderfully positive people who don't make it.  Certainly, attitude may have an effect on the way my body handles chemo, and fights the disease, but it's definitely not *the* major factor. However - my attitude does make a *huge* difference to Deb and Kira, to my parents, siblings, friends, and to the way the world in general (or at least that small part of the world that knows I exist) deals with me. 
 
I could spend my time and energy bitching about chance, fate, leukaemia, doctors, chemo and the rest - but what a waste. It would just make people round me miserable, and wouldn't change the facts of my disease.  It's in my own best interests to be cheerful, and concentrate my energies on the upside. Apart from any undefined positive-feedback self healing benefits that may accrue to my body, it also means that people approach me positively.
 
When I'm honest and upbeat I get smiles, hugs, help, love, affection, compliments, and peoples honest interest - all things I thrive on.  Turning into a grouch would deprive me of those things, send people scurrying away, and fill the air around me with anger and arguments - which have always made me uncomfortable.
 
I know the type of interactions with people that make me feel good, and I encourage the world to offer them to me.  People enjoy being nice! So I encourage them to be nice to me.  The fact that we both walk away feeling enriched is one of the greatest gifts  human nature has to offer.
 
So, sure I have a positive attitude, but ultimately its for my own benefit. We can't all be Buddhist saints, living a life of compassion and dedicated to the service of others. In the world I experience enlightened self interest has always seemed the right way to go. 
 
That's not to say I don't have bad patches. I have moments of real grief and fear and rage about what's happening to me and what may happen in the future. But those don't need to be broadcast to the world in general. They stay close to home and I deal with them as they arise and fade away. Than I carry on with the next moment in my day. 
 
View Article  Alive and Kicking!
I'm still alive and kicking. Ha! That phrase takes on a whole new meaning these days.  This is just a short one to say that I do now have a *very*  slow connection to the internet from my hospital room, so feel free to email me. But no attachments please!  It's like being on a 28.8Kbps modem for those of you old enough to remember those...

I'm in my recovery phase after Chemo session 5 and it's more of the same. I hope to be home in a week or so - but not in time for Kira's sports day on Friday, which is a shame.  I was really happy last week when she insisted that she and Debbie pay me a surprise visit after school on her birthday so i could be with them when she opened some of her presents. My little girl - ten years old, and still making her Daddy happy!

More anon.


View Article  Christmas is coming...
Christmas is coming, my belly's getting fat... 

Thats truer than I'd like... The doctors are worried I'll lose my appetite and weight under the chemo regime. They've been encouraging me to  eat lots and often, including extra 'food substitute'  drinks. Fortunately my appetite is doing fine. Less fortunately I'm spending half of each month in hospital, and am less active when I'm at home so my finely developed abs (I wish....) are converting themselves to blubber.  Well, it's not really that bad - but I am developing a slight pot - which is unusual for chemo patients...

My last session of chemo was different. One drug, high doses, four sessions at twelve hour intervals. The drug is one of the two i have had in previous sessions. The difference is that I get 2 grams of the stuff in the bag, rather than 0.1 gram as in the previous session. That's right - 20 times as much, and the sessions are 12 hourly rather than 24 hours apart. The four sessions stretch over 2 days and left me feeling worse than I have since the first session four months ago.

Apart from nausea and generally feeling like crap the other interesting side effect is dry eyeballs. Really. I woke up unable to open my eyes because the eyelids were stuck to my eyeballs. Truly unpleasant. To counter that and make sure there was no permanent damage to my cornea I was getting eyedrops every two hours for about 60 hours. That meant no real sleep which added to the general unpleasantness.  At the end of the session instead of being up and raring to leave I took the hospital up on the recommendation that I stay in and rest - and slept for most of it.

On the bright side my hair is stating to return.  Still nothing like it was, but I now have a visible hairline again and need to shave bits of my face every two or three days. I was quite getting used to not having to shave at all, but its nice to have a little fluff on my head again.

Also I've had a surprising number of people mention how well I'm looking - that's nice to hear, but of course it makes me want to say 'So I was looking crap last time, huh?'  Actually I think it's the hair, and the fact that it's colder - I have some colour in my face and look less like, er , a cancer patient...

My sister Isobel is passing through Anyway - I'm out at home till Jan 2nd which is great! Two weeks off for good behaviour.for 5 days on her way from Aus to the UK too which I'm looking forward to as well. We haven't seen each other in a couple of years -  though thats not a record  by any means.

More anon - I'll be baaack!