Yup throughout Christmas I was having coughing fits and fed up with blowing my nose. It’s been with me since about December 2019. If you’ve seen me you’ll have noticed that I’ve a cough that just wouldn’t disappear. In the build up to where I am after having a brilliant time at the kids rave at Bustlers in Derby it’s been an interesting few weeks. I’m hoping to do a short blog once a week and a longer one at the month end.įollow me for more information on twitter Facebook don’t forget you can always donate via our GoFundMe Hopefully the weeks off will raise them enough for me going into hospital for treatment to start again. One of the reasons is my treatment is so aggressive (4 chemo drugs) so it lowers my white blood cells. So no treatment next week, hopefully the week after. In speaking to my oncologist nurse the other day I’m being delayed for at least a week. Now COVID-19 is swimming around everywhere there are treatments that are stopping or being delayed. So carers just remember, hugs and listen to their issues in their head. Why should I keep dwelling on the same stuff (I still will I know it) when I have air in my lungs and children tripping me over. I know I repeat my problems to Emma and the one line that I always remember is “you’re alive”. It may not have brought me out of my fed up feeling straight away, it was nice to unload my feelings rather than them going round and round my head. It felt a lot better me talking to Emma about my issues. Carers all I can say is support them, hug them, listen to their problems. Some of my advice for people going through the same as me is you’ll get these days, maybe weeks, just remember that you will come out of it. Fed up of my situation, fed up of noticing every pain, grumble, ache and wondering if it’s cancer doing it or something else. Imagine going for a poo that many times it gets boring). Fed up of my stoma, fed up of emptying my bag (feels like I do it far to many times a day, but it’s only 3/4 times. Why did I stop? I reckon I had writers block also I was feeling really down for a while. So where am I in it? It’s been a while since I’ve posted and I’ve even been asked if I’m still doing it, which has kicked me up the ass to do it more. He’s now a crazy dog man and always will be.īut enough of that back to me, after all it’s all about my journey. I’m lucky I’ve other humans to talk and interact with, one of my friends (Beizsley, I’ve mentioned him before) just has a dog to keep him company. I’m grateful that they are all doing isolation with me. I’m used to a bit of quiet time during the day (have my sleep, play some Xbox), this isn’t happening now not with all the kids isolating and Emma as well (all to keep me safe). So we’re all in lockdown, we’ll I’m in a 12 week on 3 weeks in and gradually going stir crazy. Shame as well as it was my favourite food. But today is by far the worst, trying to eat and I get an instant reaction of my anxiety cough and then sickness. An extra anxiety tablet didn’t really help much, I did sleep most of the day.
#KNOCKED LOOSE HAS IT LEAKED FULL#
First today was seeing the Dr and then bloods (won’t find the full results until tomorrow), on a positive she did say that I look well, still managed to crack a few jokes. Well it appears that time does not cure anxiety.