Third, fourth or fifth to giving my love to our Mavis and asking her to please find a way to come back because I miss her very much.
Today was a good day. I finally got to see my oncologist who I like. My treatment is going to be six weeks of chemo, coming into the hospital for two "infusions", but also having a line put in my arm to stay which will mean I'll be having some chemo at home too. I'm not 100% sure about that but Snoop - who came with me - might have a better memory of it. Then onto five weeks of chemoradiotherapy which I didn't know was a thing. Basically, chemo through the line while having daily radiotherapy, weekends off, for 25 days, so 25 days of radiotherapy.
My cancer is either stage two or stage three, they're not 100% on that because there's a chance that there is some cancer in lymph nodes. If there is, stage three, if not stage two. I was hoping for stage one but was worried it might be stage four, so it's decent enough news. If it's stage three my chances of a cure/survival are 50% and if it's stage two, 60%. I think those are pretty decent odds because oesophageal cancer is a bit of a bastard. If you look it up you just keep seeing 20% chance of survival all over the place which are not such good odds.
I needed a couple of blood tests, one of which is to look at some enzyme that if it's a bit abnormal means you have to change the chemo because it will react badly otherwise. I only had to wait around for less than an hour to get those done. After a week of being in a constant bad mood, today I felt that I was finally on a path toward recovery, no matter how difficult that might/will be. It should start within two weeks and could be as early as next week. My fingers are very much crossed on that one.
Sorry this is so long! The wait to see the oncologist was a bit long because she was late arriving. During that time Snoop and I got to talking about a video we both loved and she said she was going to search for it. She got to it immediately by typing in "Man who kicks himself in the face." We were watching that just before I got called in and quite literally crying with laughter. I'm going to share it with you all. The bit near the end where the host of the show is talking to him, I always imagine that the man who kicks himself in the face is saying. "I think I've split my difference!". Lots of you will have seen it before but if you haven't, enjoy!