Aha - now the shit hits the fan. My consultant (sorry I can't remember your name, but you were a charming Korean doctor) kind of laid it on the line for me. There are more growths than originally anticipated and they are planning to use " radical" (for which read aggressive) treatment. I will undergo daily radio -therapy for six weeks, coupled with chemo throughout the treatment.
What this means is that after three weeks, my mouth, throat and tongue will fill with sores, ulcers and boils, making it imposible to swallow or probably even speak. In order to prevent starvation, before we start, they will implant a valve into my navel in order to feed me intravenously. So no more of Rebecca's delicious soups or veggie snacks. No more puddings and no more drink.
Now it's seeming less and less like a walk in the park. It's starting to seem scary and the old walk off Hungerford Bridge is looking more attractive.
Next stop the Dental Department, let's see what pleasures they have in store
Well done Martin. An excellent idea. And better radical than palliative, eh? x
ReplyDeleteThis might sound egocentric, but I'm finding this an interesting rather than frightening experience. I'm really calm about it all, almost like it's happening to someone else. Mind you that might be the morphine
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