A new shade of grey

I was hoping to have some exciting news to tell but it's feels more and more like 'Groundhog day'

In brief the tumours appear stable..( meaning either the chemo has put a stop to the disease's progression or the tumours were stable long before the chemo was administered or the same results could have been achieved by simply giving me a sugar pill...)

The good news are that some of the small tumours previously caught by the CT Scan have now disappeared, the bad news are that they are a number of small tumours previously undetected that are now being picked up by the CT Scan.

Someone in the oncology department had the not so genius idea that perhaps I ought to have surgery now....someone in the surgery unit said that it was out of the question due to the fact that I have too many tumours spread out and that it would be a major surgery with perhaps no major benefits at this stage.

Anyway I'm still roughly at square one...same same ....I'll just be happy when I finish my 6th Cycle ( I'm on my 5th) , to be in charge of my own body, to start getting fit again, not to have to go to hospital every Saturday for my PICC dressing, to gain a little bit of freedom.

When I look at photos of now and then, It makes me feel like I've aged a lot in a very short time. I'm the 'uncle fester' of chemotherapy.


Posing with Meeka my sister in law's dog....I'm on the right, the one without the hair in case you were wondering....