2020 – A (Belated) New Year!

I started writing this post a couple of weeks ago at my last consultant appointment and forgot to post it so here it is with a postscript at the end!

Although my last post was written on Christmas Eve, looking back on it I must have been Hugh as a kite!! I hadn’t realised quite how bad it was until Nick told me on Christmas Day – by the end it didn’t make any sense at all! But the good news is that the sleeping tablets got me asleep and I had a much better Christmas because of it!

In fact we had a lovely Christmas and New Year. It was massively busy with guests but a great time of catching up with people and making the most of my health as it is at the moment.

And now we’re on the countdown. Or at least I am. Unless anything changes, I have 10 weeks left on treatment, before I have a 2 month break and then my second Stem Cell Transplant. I really do think myself lucky to have had 9 years inbetween my transplants but it doesn’t stop the interpretation that I’m feeling about going through it all again. We’ve got a date now for February to discuss the procedure (and how it might have changed from my first time) so that will be interesting … it has definitely made it feel more real!

But as for the here and now, things plod along really. As I said, I’m back on the velcade and it has hit me hard this week. It always seems to when I have a break! I slept for 3 hours last night (while the kids made their own dinner and sorted themselves out), and then got up this morning, pottered for half an hour and then was back in bed until it was time to leave for hospital at lunchtime! And I’m still exhausted and feeling. Very bizarre.

None of it is made easier by the fact I’ve now also been diagnosed with Meibomian Gland Dysfunction (MGD). It basically means that the glands in my eyelids are blocked and so can’t secrete tears properly. So I either have really dry, itchy eyes, or I have tears rolling down my eyes! Normally the latter! It makes you just feel even more tired and blurry eyed than normal which I can’t imagine helps my overall feeling of wellbeing.

Haha. Also just had a letter today from Sajid Jarvis saying well done for winning the Helpline Volunteer of the Year Award! He’s our local MP but I was quite impressed that he wrote. I might even see if we can get him to donate something for Sam’s #15B415 challenge! Someone might want the normal bottle of wine that gets sent through, signed!

Postscript:

So not much to add since what I wrote above. Everything is still on track, and the sleeping tablets are continuing to help me to cope with the lack of sleep…although this week has been exhausting (but due to sorting my dads house all weekend and lots of wallpaper stripping!). I’m still waiting to hear whether my stem cells from first time round are viable but will hopefully find out next week….it’ll be a massive relief if they are!

In the meantime, I’m feeling pretty positive about the #50KB450 fundraising at the moment. We’re nearly at 10% already, much helped by asking people to donate instead of sending me bday cards this weekend! I’m also sending out lots of letters to businesses that I know to see if they can help as that’ll be my easiest way of raising money! Sam is doing really well with his #15B415 challenges (he’s raised over £1000 himself!), and all the other family and friends who have got involved have done amazingly well already, with more coming in all the time. I feel ever so humbled by how much people have been prepared to do!

Stanyan Street

The Oakland Gang: niece Tillie, me, Nephew Joey, my wife Marilyn, and Noah our oldest son.

Due to my cancer, multiple myeloma, the physical adventure of traveling challenges my attitude. I dislike flying: the herding, the depressing bag of pretzels, and the cabin’s claustrophobic fit. Yet, once again, my wife and I chose to spend the holidays in San Francisco’s Bay Area.

We stayed in Oakland at a hotel on Broadway, close to where our oldest son lives. We were joined by a niece, who lives and works in a town nearby and her brother, our nephew, who was visiting following the completion of his degree at Tufts University in Boston.

Lake Chalet

I’d arranged to re-schedule my twice monthly infusions so as to not interfere with our activities. My treatment also includes oral drugs, which can continue when I’m on the road. I take a chemo type pill once a day and a steroid once a week. I’ve become inured to the daily pill. Its side effects blend into the general fatigue syndrome that characterizes my blood cancer. The steroid, though, radically alters my mood, my energy, and, perhaps, my personality.

IMM

We dined at a number of excellent restaurants: Itani, brunch at Lake Chalet, The Berkeley Social Club,  a morning snack at The Rotunda on the first morning, the hotel’s restaurant for breakfast Christmas day, then Farley’s East on the penultimate morning. Prior to seeing the movie, Little Women, we ate Thai street food at IMM and finally a goodbye meal at Tay Ho, a French/Vietnamese restaurant.

The highlight, however, was Christmas dinner at my brother and sister-in-law’s house in San Francisco. The Oakland gang merged with the San Francisco gang. 

Brother and Sister-in-Law’s house on Stanyan Street

The house sits near the top of Stanyan Street above Golden Gate Park. It is of Victorian vintage, built early in the twentieth century. (1904)

There are three levels situated on a steep slope adjacent to Sutro Forest. My brother and his wife live on the top floor. Their daughter and son-in-law and 12 year old grandson occupy the main floor. A laundry and storage, as well as a small studio apartment finish out the dwelling. There is also a two car garage, quite a luxury in parking starved San Francisco. They bought the house for $100,000 in 1973.

Oakland street art.

They admit to initially being anxious about the mortgage. At the time, my brother was a San Francisco fireman. His wife worked in medical research. She then chose to get a law degree and eventually became a patent attorney. Along the way, she also bore a child. By investing in their ingenuity, they were able to persevere through those early busy years. The house is now worth much, much more than the purchase price.

Stanyan Street

Main floor of the Rotunda in Oakland, CA

Christmas day was my steroid day. Under the influence of the drug, I sometimes jabber too much. I have also been known to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. Such are the perils of the steroid high. My faux pas filter, however, managed to keep me out of trouble. The convivial conversation even  prompted me to toast the three family lines in attendance. 

But, the enduring star was the house itself. Nurtured by my brother and his wife through the years, it has hosted numerous events commemorating family passages. There was a going away party for my wife and I decades ago when we immigrated to New Zealand. Then, in the not too distant past, a support reunion party for me prior to my stem cell transplant.

Tay Ho

Furthermore, two of their granddaughters lived there while launching into adulthood. And, my SIL’s mother spent her final days in one of the downstairs apartments. Birth, death, and all the transitions in between: such is the legacy of the Stanyan Street house.

When the evening ended, my wife and I returned to Oakland with our son. The lights of the Bay Bridge glittered with holiday flair. My slumpiness from the myeloma had vanished temporarily, along with other aches and pains of disease and aging. The day’s activities had drained the jolt of energy caused by the drug. Yet, I still floated in the steroid’s groove and mused, without judgment, as to how my body is no longer entirely my own. It is managed, to a degree, by pharmaceuticals. That’s ok. I would not be alive without them. 

Worcester Rd – the new pharmacy!

As I started this blog this morning I was taking a wide variety of drugs and cocktails!

  1. Daratumamab – immunotherapy drug
  2. Velcade – chemo drug
  3. Dexamethasone – evil drug – should not be allowed past go. Ruins relationship, friendships and more!
  4. Lanziprazole – protects stomach…I think
  5. Co-trimoxazole – godminly knows, I just take them and hope!
  6. Pregablin – reduces impact of neuropathy in feet, calves and hopefully is reducing pain in back.
  7. Colosevelam – deals with mile-bilemalabsortion – don’t look that condition up if you’re eating!
  8. conjugated oestrogen – for early menopause that kicked in at 35
  9. Sertraline – for the depression that can’t help but find a homely place in our house with everything else that is going on! My saviour

But today I’ve been joined to another regime. And today……drum roll……-another one is joining the ranks in the form of ZOPICLONE – a sleeping tablet. And it’s already made me spaced out and unable to hold a straight line! Hoping I’ll be ok for tomorrow as driving to oxford to visit my dad!!

I’ve also been given next week off velcade and Dex so we can have some time where I’m fit enough to do some things. Hurrah! Bloody fantastic! Might even have a little topple for new year!

But it made sense to try as I’ve only been getting between 1and 4 hours on a Monday with Tuesday slightly better at around 6-8 hours. But I feel awful between Tuesday eve and Friday eve and it’s miserable. If sleep is anything to do with it, I’d like to vaguely enjoy Christmas Day! We’re cooking for 6 but hopefully will be organised enough we can look to the guests to help nick to wash and clear!

  • Remember
  • Don’t overdo it – it’s only one day
  • If you burn anything hide it and pretend you never had it on the menu
  • If you burn anything remember you’ll be eating twice your body weight for 6 hours solid so will be totally grateful it was one less thing to eat
  • When you look at yourself the next day and wonder why you ate everything you knew will make you fat, and a month to get off the hips, please don’t bore us all with your plans for the gym!!
  • When you say ‘I shouldn’t’ when offered that extra drink….don’t if you really don’t want to …. but if you do….bloody do it!
  • Right I’m jibbering rubs is hand want these tablets to send me into a deep sleep! Wish Me luck

Anyway, can’t see me writing again for a few days so wishing all my friends, family and general subscribes a 🎄VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS🎄

Not Dead Yet

Not even close, doing pretty well actually, though I should post more often. I was diagnosed with myeloma in July, 2003, and according to my math that’s well over 16 years ago. My family and I go to two different support groups, and I get celebrated as one of the long-timers. I like that, so very preferable to being dead, I think.

I’ve been on Pomalyst (Pom) since March of 2008, with the exception of one year when the Pom trial ended. Trials of three different experimental regimens failed me then, but Darzalex became approved and the combo of Darzalex, Pom, and dexamethasone (dex) brought my numbers way back down. Eventually we eased up a bit, gradually dropping the dex altogether and reducing the Pom from every day to 21 days out of 28. That may have been a mistake.

Mayo Clinic Rochester MN

IgG and M-Spike stayed way down for three years, but last spring my shoulder began to hurt and my lambda light chains crept up almost to the top of their range. A PET scan showed a bright, colorful lesion in the right scapula, even though IgG and M-Spike said nothing about it.

The radiation treatments started the very next Monday, 10 daily sessions with breaks only for weekends. When that doctor heard that I was 16 years from diagnosis, he allowed that my myeloma must be “indolent,” like a lazy schoolboy. Well OK, but here it was threatening the use of my right arm! Happily, the PET scan after that treatment showed only a very small lesion remaining in the scapula. Doc did good.

I’m back on Pom every day, Darzalex once a month, and dex 12 mg/week. The arm feels great, IgG and M-Spike are fine, and lambda light chains are right in the center where they belong. We’ll find out more with another PET scan in March at Mayo Clinic.

Time for an update

I haven’t written properly for a while. Partially as I’ve been busy trying to be organised for Christmas (just in case I get ill!), but largely because there hasn’t been an awful lot to say. Which has to be good news in the world of chemo and myeloma.

So I’m sat here at the QE in Birmingham, trying to make the most of my time waiting to see my consultant. For anyone who doesn’t know, it’s my standard monthly check-up. We tend to talk about my numbers, I ask the questions that have been building up, and then I leave.

We’re getting closer to these meetings having a bit more substance to them though. Who knows….maybe even today’s will have more to say. But the idea last month was that we’d start talking about my transplant in January, with the idea that I’d be having it in March / April. I’m hoping that’s all the same, although there was a slight thought that perhaps my numbers are starting to plateau a little….i.e the drugs may not be doing quite as much now as they had been doing. That’s my main question for today….what would that actually mean if they’ve stopped working.

The idea on DVD (darathumabab, velcade and dexamethansone) was that I’d be on it until the transplant, and then after the transplant, would stay on the Darathumabab as a kind of maintenance therapy…..well I think that’s what he’d planned! But if it has stopped working, I assume that carrying on with the Dara won’t be an option and that I won’t be on any kind of maintenance. That’s slightly unnerving as I had maintenance therapy last time and felt it really helped towards my 8 years of remission. I desperately want that long again. But maybe that’s expecting too much. I must look into what the new figures are for remission after a second transplant. It used to be that they expected you to get half the time you got for your first, but I think that’s old news. I know people who’ve had far longer from their second transplants, but I would also imagine that if you have people like me who had maintenance first time round, that you could still get less time from the second if you don’t get to have maintenance.

UPDATE:

So I saw my consultant yesterday and the good news is that my numbers have decreased even further from 11.2 to 8.6 – a brilliant decrease and it means those drugs are working (and perhaps it’s worth feeling rubbish most of the week!).

The bad news is that my consultant got it wrong when he said that I could come off the velcade and dex in January. Apparently I need to stay on them until March, and after that is when I’ll need a couple of months without them before my transplant (basically, they’re pretty toxic drugs and they want them out of my system). So it now looks like my transplant is more likely to be May/ June rather than the March/April that we thought.

I can’t decide if I think this is good or bad news. It’s definitely bad that I’ve got longer on the velcade and dex…they both make me feel fuzzy, exhausted and even sick at times. I’d been hoping I only had weeks left of it. But, the longer I wait till transplant, in some ways the better. Every month we seem to see developments in the treatment of myeloma, and we just don’t know what a month here or there might offer me. Revlimid, the drug I had as maintenance therapy last time round, but on a trial, may be available from October next year. But you have to start it within 3-4 months of your transplant. So if I can postpone my transplant, just possibly, I might be eligible to give it another go! That said, I might be told I can’t have it anyway!

I suppose if I’m honest, I’m just a bit fed up of feeling so shattered. It feels harder at this time of year too when everyone is enjoying a social life and I’m asleep on the sofa by 6pm. I’m slightly dreading Christmas Day and New Year as they both fall on my worst days of the week. But I want to be excited about them and I want to organise all the things that we have done and make it special for the kids and nice for Nick. I wish the drugs could all go on hold over Christmas and that I could just feel normal again for a few days. Thank god my temper seems to have calmed a little! That’s the only positive thing. I’m at hospital on the 22nd for an MRI to check out my back, the 23rd for my infusion and chemo, the 30th again for more chemo and then on we go. It makes me feel tired just thinking about it all.

Anyway, I think I’m just tired today so hopefully I can gee myself up a bit tomorrow.

When sleep is like a Facebook timeline!

Last night was a Dex night. I often don’t get to sleep till 3am on the first night, but now I’ve added sertraline back into my concoction of drugs, I thought I’d go to bed at a relatively normal time.

I actually got to sleep pretty fast! But after that it was such a surreal night and genuinely felt like I was working my way through my Facebook / LinkedIn timelines!! It was all I could do to stop myself getting up and doing the things I was having go through my head.

What was weirdest was that it wasn’t really a dream either.

I’m thinking I need a break! Hopefully by the end of this month I’ll have cut down my work quite significantly which will mean that I can take a bit of time out. I might even come off Facebook for a few weeks if I can set up my work to run without me!

In the meantime, I’m grateful for a semi normal nights sleep on a Monday!

Happy endings to come?

So I’m starting this post on Monday 16th September – but not posting it quite yet as I’m hoping that it’ll have a happy ending!

It was my weekly daratumumab injection today – week 8 of the 10 weekly ones and then I’m meant to be going to 3 weekly for that and weekly for velcade and dexamethasone. I’m a bit fed up of it being weekly but was quite chilled on the basis I’m due to see my consultant on Thursday and was hoping to be told we could book a holiday abroad and that my Dex dose might be able to be brought down so I am less vile to everyone (myself included!)

Slightly frustratingly, although not totally out of the blue, there’s been a slight hiccup. They have changed where my bloods are measured and they will now be measured at Heartlands in Birmingham, and not the QE like they have been till now. That would be fine apart from there are often discrepancies between sites which, when you’re trying to assess whether a drug is doing its job, and how well it is doing its job, make it tricky.

I had been told they’d try to measure at both hospitals the first time, given their knowledge of the possible blips, but unfortunately it didn’t happen and I was faced with the news today that my paraprotein had gone up from 12.2 to 16. Quite a big jump for me! And whilst I knew that it may not be a ‘real’ increase, it still made Nick and I quite nervous. Luckily my consultant is superb and is already on it, trying to get repeat bloods done, ASAP, at both hospitals so we can see where I genuinely am. He has had other results do the same thing so is very optimistic that it’s all (or mainly) about the change in testing site.

So, in the meantime, and as hard as it is when it’s playing with my mind, we’ve decided not to share the news with anyone so we don’t worry family and friends. Hopefully within a week (and when you actually read this!) we’ll know what the actual situation is.

It’s amazing how hard it is to not worry ourselves though. Nick is better than me but I’m already worrying we won’t be able to go away or more importantly that he might not let me lower my dose of Dex until we know what we’re playing with. More so, I’ve been worrying that this last two months of treatment has been pointless and that I might have to start a new and more intensive drug regime…what will that mean? Does that mean my relapse this time is more aggressive? Will I be much more ill on a different treatment? Is it just that I don’t respond that well to dara? So many questions coursing through me! And probably all pointless if it is just a blip. But I can’t stop….and not helped as I lie here at 2am on a Dex night 😱. But I’ll stop here and add to my update on Thursday once I’ve see the consultant and know more.

Monday 30th September: So it seems to be good news which is great! After two weeks of waiting, we’ve finally got the results in from Heartlands which suggest that whilst the numbers are higher, they are still going down. We’re still waiting for the QE results which will show us a bit better how well I’m doing, but the main thing is that my numbers AREN’T going up, and that the drugs are seemingly doing the right job still. Again….worrying for nothing!

My consultant was very confident last Thursday when I saw him, that the changes would be due to the change of equipment at the new centre. I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it, and was super worried that the drugs had stopped working and that the past month of horribleness had been for nothing. I couldn’t believe his confidence or Nick’s. I think the idea that it might not have worked was just a bit too much to get my head around. That and my feeling that if I can just get through treatment successfully for the next 12 months, I’ll be in a great place to benefit from the next generation of myeloma drugs which are likely to come through over the next two years. I was so scared about needing alternative treatment already.

I was certainly on edge for those weeks, not helped by the decision not to tell most people what was going on. Living with it almost on your own is quite hard, but it did feel like the right thing to do…born out by the fact that there wasn’t a reason to worry! However, what I’m discovering, is that the fallout the day or two after I’ve gone through one of these ‘waiting games’, is quite obvious. It’s like it takes all my energy to stay positive, and then, even when I get good news, I collapse a little for a day or so once the results are in. Mad really. At a time I should be celebrating, it’s like a train hits me and I get all tetchy!

Anyway, I’m hoping that this week should be a good one without that to worry about now 🙂 What is also good is that last week, they reduced my dex too and almost straightaway, I could tell a difference! Not only did I sleep for a great total of 6 hours on the first night (rather than the usual 2 hours), I also didn’t get close to killing the children, or Nick. I felt so much more in control of myself again and so much more able to deal with the daily things that life throws at all of us. Here’s hoping this week is the same!

Still waiting to book a holiday but hoping to look at it this week – fingers crossed the Thomas Cook collapse doesn’t make it all too expensive, but we’ve got ideas for what we can do if that is the case.

Dexamethasone – The Devil Drug

My last post started to discuss the fact that life is pretty rough at the moment for me. It’ s been very different to when I went through treatment 9 years ago when other than periods of exhaustion, I didn’t seem to have any side effects from the early drugs. This time the devil drug, Dexamethasone (DEX) seems to have really hit me hard.

So what is dex? Well I’m no expert, but basically, it is a steroid that is meant to help to prevent the release of substances that might cause inflammation in the body. It also suppresses the immune system and can help with chemo-induced fatigue. The idea for me, is that it really supports the work of velcade, the chemo drug, and is thought to speed up the impact that it has, i.e bring my myeloma into check quicker, and my paraproteins down.

So that’s the good stuff that it helps with in cancer treatment. Unfortunately it also has a huge number of negatives attached with it, both physically and emotionally, that can cause a huge impact in patients….as I’m finding to my detriment. It can cause the following, just to name a few:

  • Mania – this can be a good sign in that you can end up with increased energy and due to not being able to sleep, can get lots done. The downside is that you often lose sight of reality when you’re going through this period, meaning you might make inappropriate decisions, say the wrong things, or even suffer delusions or take actions that you wouldn’t normally (apparently shop lifting is common – not me thank god!)
  • Depression – it speaks for itself, but even the days when you’re not on dex can be an issue as you’ve no longer got that mania, have spent hours (if not days) awake and then get the come down. Not pleasant for the patient or those surrounding them!
  • Impulses – lots of people talk about going on spending sprees when they’re on dex! I’ve managed to keep it in check thank god, but there have definitely been times where I’ve thought perhaps I can’t wait for that Breville toasted sandwich maker (after all who doesn’t need removable plates for the dishwasher – Cath I blame you!), or that after 20 years of making decisions with Nick about artwork, I can choose something without him!
  • Weight Gain – I swore this wasn’t going to affect me this time. WRONG!!!! OMG. Somehow I need to get back on track with it as it makes me miserable that I’ve put on soooo much weight in such a short time. Partially, it’s just increased water retention, but partly it is that no matter how much I say that bag of crisps is a bad idea, I still eat it…and then eat another pack! And top it off with a few other bits from the cupboard.
  • And then the general side effects: Aggression, agitation, anxiety, blurred vision,
    dizziness, fast, slow, pounding, or irregular heartbeat or pulse, headache, nervousness, numbness or tingling in the arms or legs, pounding in the ears, shortness of breath, swelling of the fingers, hands, feet, or lower legs, trouble thinking, speaking, or walking, troubled breathing at rest

I’m on a couple of Facebook pages where patients and carers can discuss and share information and Dex really is known as the most awful drug around. Even the consultants know it is the devil drug. Everyone who has seen it in action, knows how it can almost destroy some relationships. It is rare patients aren’t impacted (like me first time round). It is rare that families don’t see a different person in their loved ones. It’s rare that spare rooms don’t come into their own!!! It really is awful – no exaggeration if you’re thinking I’m over egging this!

Those of you that have been following my blog will know that I found my first week horrendously hard. It seemed to ease a bit after that and whilst I definitely had my ‘Jekyll and Hyde’ moments, they were pretty short and not too horrendous. But I’m definitely feeling that it is building now. I’m not sure whether it is that I have a ridiculous amount of stuff going on in my life at the moment (….I don’t really have time to have flipping cancer, let along a bad temper!). Or whether the drugs are solely to blame. Or whether I’m just turning into a miserable old cow in mid-life. But it’s not a particularly pleasant time and I seem to spend about 2/3 of my life not in a massively smiley place. I hear myself talk to friends and for once, can’t really put the positive spin on things while I’m on this drug. And I don’t like that much.

Living with being miserable is really horrid. I feel like a terrible wife and mother, despite Nick and the kids being amazing about it all – they couldn’t have been more supportive of me. I never take Nick for granted with this – he really is outstanding and no-one around us will ever know how amazing he is in holding the whole family together. But the way that the kids are coping really shows what amazing young people they are growing into. They support me, they love me, they cuddle me, and most importantly, they forgive me when I am just the most awful mother to them. And in return, all I can do is apologise and keep trying to keep myself in control.

I write all this though, with other thoughts in my mind. This is not an excuse for me. I don’t want to allow myself to behave badly because i have the drugs as an get out clause. I will fight really hard to be reasonable and thoughtful to the people around me. But in the same vein, if people who don’t know what is truly going on, start saying the only reason I get cross, or grumpy is because of the drugs and that my opinions aren’t valid, or true, or allowed, that will drive me round the bend. The drugs don’t impact me 100% of the time, and especially with longer term values and morale issues, my views are still valid!

I hadn’t realised that when I go to daratumumab three weekly, I still had to keep having the velcade and the dex every week! Gutted doesn’t begin to explain how that made me feel when I’d been counting down the days to a more normal existence. So, I’ve decided that I am going to speak to my consultant when I go in next week. I’m going to see if we can reduce the dexamethasone slightly if my numbers are still looking positive. Just a bit. Just to ease the impact and hopefully allow us a slightly more pleasant run into the time of my transplant. My paraproteins are currently down at 12 so I’m hoping they might have dropped under 10 by next week and he’ll be happy about doing that.

OK, so I’ve finally finished this post because it’s a Dex day…..I started it 5 days ago! So the two manic days or in process now…might sleep a couple of hours tonight, might not. But at least I’ve finished this and can move on to a bit of my work….massively behind at the moment while I’ve tried to fit in other stuff like house, family and friends. But Monday’s at least are my catch up night…there’s a positive to end on!

Carfilzomib and Cytoxan

Well, the daratumumab and pomalyst train has left the station without me.  My doctor decided that it wasn’t helping me anymore, so I’ve moved on. A few weeks ago I started carfilzomib (Kyprolis) and cyclophosphamide (Cytoxan).  I also have 20 mg of dexamethasone every week. I have carfilzomib on Thursdays and Fridays and Cytoxan only …

Life outside of Treatment

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!

Paraprotein Results:

  • 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