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Tuesday, March 19, 2013
A medical update
My treatment was delayed for a week for various medical reasons that I don't really understand and would make boring reading for you, suffice to say that today (Tuesday March 19) was my second day of treatment, radiation and chemotherapy, the course is for 28 days of treatments spread over about 38 days, so far it has been painless and without any side effects.
My family have been the cornerstones of my survival and I just haven't got the words to express my thanks for their love and devotion, when the news broke Vicki and Marcus were on the next plane to Queensland to give me comfort and support, Marcus then had to fly back 4 days later to return to work, Vicki stayed on as Chauffeur and nurse for the following week until my oldesrt son Alan was able to fly in from WA, while he assumed these duties for a week Vicki was able to spend a week officially moving into her new home in Victoria.
As I write this Marcus is once more on a plane to Queensland, he is here for a week this time and Vicki and I have been discussing whether she should take advantage of his visit to get a few more days to organize her home.... and life.
There is another couple to thank for their help with a loan car for all these interstate visitors getting to and from the airport (Gympie is 190 Klms from the airport) and they, Susan and Steven have made it all possible, Susan is the oldest daughter of my lifelong friends Neil and Joan, always on my visiting list when I go to WA, again I find I don't have the words to thank S&S enough.
To finish of this brief post, I am feeling quite well and confident, I have no pain to speak of and apart from the vacuum wound dressing portable machine which goes everywhere that I go, a bottle of my particular chemo mixture connected to a Pic line in my right arm just above the elbow which must NEVER be allowed to get wet... imagine if you will me showering with an arm wrapped in gladwrap and my Colostomy bag stuck to my abdomen.... on second thoughts perhaps you might prefer to skip that particular image.
Thank you all once again for your thoughts and prayers it means more than I'll ever be able to say to have you out there caring.