He had a gastroscopy yesterday. His oesophagus was very narrow (pinprick opening was the way the consultant described it) so they dilated it to 13mm. Not sure how close that is to a normal oesophaguus but, hey, it's got to be better than a pinprick! We're hoping it improves his swallowing as he's been reduced to living on soup, jelly and ice-cream. The consultant said the procedure could be repeated as often as necessary. It was better than we thought as, last time DH had the procedure, the dilation wasn't enough and they had to laser away some of the tumour. He felt quite sore and poorly for a couple of days after that. This time, he was absolutely fine and was eating a couple of hours later.
He starts his next course of chemo on Friday. We're both dreading it, to be honest. Him because he knows he'll feel sick and tired and he'll lose his hair again. Me because I hate to see him suffer and also it's so hard keeping the DSs quiet while DH needs to rest. Also, I hate the day we have to spend in hospital with him - long drive each way and DS2 has to come with us and it's not fun keeping a 4 year old occupied in a hospital room for a full day! Still, we have to try.
DS1 really upset DH this morning. DH is still managing to work but it's a long walk to the station from our house which would really tire him so I take him in the morning and pick him up in the evening. The DSs hate this. Often they're still asleep and I have to wake them up so we can leave on time. It's not fair on them really but there's no real alternative. DH can't drive himself at the moment and taxis would be too expensive every day. This morning DS1 commented that all the other daddies walked to work and that his daddy was the odd one out and should walk like everyone else. Poor DH felt really bad about it. Felt so sorry for him.