I’ve been a bit quiet on here the last week, largely for two reasons. We’ve been dealing with my dad after his fall last month, and also, there’s been little change or reason to write much about my treatment.
The last week has been a bit of an eye opener into the gap in care for the elderly. For those that don’t know, my dad has alzheimers (still not really sure at what level) as well as having had his fall and therefore, after a lot of thought and consideration, it was decided that he needed full time care of some sort. This is all despite the fact he’s done so well since he fell, breaking his thigh. His care in Oxford has been pretty amazing in the main. They (with our support I’d like to think!), have managed to get him to a place I didn’t think we’d reach when I saw him a month ago. I honestly thought I’d lost my dad.
But now, he is walking (albeit with sticks and a frame), can occasionally have coherent conversations, and is smiling with the twinkle in his eye that I remember as ‘my dad’.
However, it seems that there is a big gap for those people who are physically recovering, but perhaps require a bit more support to ensure that they aren’t a danger to themselves when they leave the hospital. We’ve had to start thinking about his move out of the hospital this week and were quite staggered to see that they might send him out with only one physio session a week, when he was on 7 sessions. For a man that was improving daily, it felt odd not to at least stagger the physio to try to reduce the chances of him having a serious fall once he was out.
Anyway, we’ve realised that sadly we can’t change that outcome, and luckily, as a family, we’re able to ensure that he can continue to have physio even if we have to arrange it. I just feel for those that can’t, or worse still, don’t realise that they should be. There’s definitely a big gap where those that are mentally sound, seem to slip slightly through the gap. It’s been an exhausting week, trying to work out where dad is best to go now, and how to deal with this gap in care, but hopefully we are nearly there and we can settle dad down.
I have to say that whilst it’s all been going on, I probably haven’t really been looking after myself very well, and as a consequence, I haven’t had a brilliant week with headaches and exhaustion. Treatment has all gone fine in general and my consultant is really pleased with my progress to date. We saw him on Thursday and he basically was all smiles. He did try and ready me for the fact that I may see a plateau at some point and I wonder if this was because my numbers went down less the last time than the first time. But I won’t think too much about that!
- At start – 21.6
- After 1 week: 16.6
- After 2 weeks: 14.2
I’ve now had 4 sets of treatment, so there’s a chance that my numbers are even lower without us knowing, so that’s good. It looks like I’ve got another 6 weeks of having my infusions weekly, and then I will be able to drop them to every 3 weeks. That’ll be lovely as at the moment I only have one or two days a week where I’m not exhausted or feeling weird and wonderful…hopefully once it goes to tri-weekly, I’ll get the odd week of being able to enjoy life a bit more. At the moment I can’t even enjoy a glass of wine (which for those of you who know me, will know is a BIG deal!)
At the moment I’m not ill as such so I really shouldn’t complain. I have been having headaches for the past few days, but I think that’s been due to my dad too, so I’m hoping that these will reduce this week. I’m definitely getting the start of my neuropathy back too. This often comes from the velcade that I have as an injection and I’m getting the spongy feeling face, hands and toes – it’s hard to explain in words but so long as it doesn’t turn into the more painful form of neuropathy, I really won’t be moaning. And I’m exhausted.
The main reason is the Dex which I’ve talked about before. My consultant is happy to change it but actually, after the first week, I’ve managed it much much better. I don’t sleep on the first two nights, and the third night isn’t great, but all in all, I’ve now got my moods in check for a lot of it. The kids know I might be a bit more snappy or sad than usual, but in general, I’m trying very hard. I don’t want to change the dose unless it becomes manageable, just in case it impacts on how much the other drugs work!!
But the great news is my consultant is onside, at the moment, for us to consider going on holiday in the October half-term. It looks like it might even fall in-between one of my 3 week appointments which would be amazing. He won’t commit until our next monthly appointment at the end of September, but if things are good then, and I’m still handling the treatment well, we might be able to start looking for somewhere hot for October which would be amazing!
I’d also like to just say thank you at this point for all the lovely support and care we’ve had from family and friends over this first month. It’s hard to explain how starting on chemotherapy, and not knowing whether it will work or not, impacts you emotionally. It’s been a really hard time for Nick, me and the kids no matter how much of a grin I try to put on my face! But we’ve had so many lovely messages of support, cards, flowers and gifts, all of which help us to keep smiling along this long journey ahead of us. So thank you….you all know who you are! x