…Go – DVD therapy begins! Week one

So after months of talking about this I’m off. I started my chemotherapy yesterday and am on Darathumabib, Velcade and Dexamethasone as my main treatment with a bit of zometa and a nice little selection pack of other drugs from the sweetie shop!

Still working!

Darathumabib infusion

Just a few of the additional drugs!

But the good news is that I haven’t suffered from any of the side effects I’d been warned of. I’ve got the dry mouth from the dex that I got last time round, but none of those from the cytokine release syndrome. That’s great news as it means that

1. I feel good (!) and can even do a bit of work when the WiFi works

2. I won’t need someone with me in the hospital when I come back every week

3. Hopefully the kids will get to enjoy some of the summer!

Now it’s still early days and there is a strong chance that symptoms may build up as chemo in my body builds up its residue (does that even make sense?). I’m also being given zometa again and that has always given me a fluey feeling a few days later – it’s also the drug we were convinced made me more susceptible to broken bones but maybe since I’ve had to give up sport for now it won’t be a killer.

So now it’s about keeping well. If you’re local and visit, Nick and I would like to remind everyone that I need to avoid anyone with any form of illness however minor it might seem to you. I’d much rather you asked me and we had to cancel plans, than you waited till we’d said hello, had a hug and then you tell me and I come down with something. The reality, as harsh as it sounds, is that any illness you have, I could have exacerbated, lasting longer and even hospitalising me.

I’ve got my first complication already as my dad had a nasty fall last week and has been admitted for a broken thigh bone. I got to see him on Sunday when he first went in but he was high as a kite and asleep on morphine. I really want to go back after his op tomorrow but will have to see how I am and will have to wear a mask. It’s the only exception to the rule that I will make – so relieved that he has got through the implications of the fall and just wishing him tonnes of love for the operation which is pretty major for an 87 year old. I just need to see him again now.