But getting back to my illness – boring as it is – Sally firstly persuaded me to register with a doctor’s nearby. After I had visited and met the very pleasant lady doctor, who surprisingly had spent some of her training with my equally pleasant and now retired GP, Sally then suggested that I paid for a private scan as it would be much quicker so I could find out what had been happening to my insides.
I must admit that over the preceding few months I had gradually been feeling worse, and worse, and the pain from my insides now warranted the maximum dose of the three easily available painkillers – paracetamol, ibuprofen, and codeine. I had to make sure that all of the doses were taken on time or pay the consequences, and even then sometimes I was in pain. So it should have come as no surprise when the results of the scan came in to show that everything had doubled in size since my first scan in France 🙁 But I have to admit I found the news depressing even so.
I saw a very nice consultant Miss Hillaby, at Worcester Hospital who concurred with the French medics that surgery was not an option and suggested that at least I had a word with the resident Oncologist to listen to what he had to say about chemo.
Even with such serious news I had to laugh when Miss Hillaby was taking notes, asked me if I smoked to which, of course, my serious reply was ‘No’.
Then she asked if I drank alcohol to which my equally serious reply was – ‘Yes’ – ‘I read somewhere that two or three glasses of champagne and a glass of red wine before bed is good for people with cancer’
Apparently her eyebrows shot up and she said – ‘Well! If it makes you feel better…..’
And my reply was – ‘Well – it does actually!’
Later, when I re-visited the doctor with whom I had registered our conversation had been noted down and posted over – and once again the doctor’s eyebrows shot up!
Anyway – back to the serious bit. I then went through to the Oncologist who explained the options and I promised to think it over in the coming week.
I have to say that the speed with which I had been feeling worse over the last weeks and months gave me little choice but to go with the chemo, so after a few days I got in touch and the date for my first dose of chemo was fixed for 7th Sept.