Copied and pasted from my thread, sorry feeling so mad with it all today.
Scan results were ok I guess. Mostly stable with some growth in his abdominal wall, dh is pleased. I sat and sobbed when he had gone to bed, in my mind any growth while on chemo is shit news.
The plan is to try and have chemo again on Tuesday at a different hospital (the medical team have their fingers crossed his bloods are ok, what the fuck. If not they want him to wait until they naturally come up), then give the GCSF injection when he disconnects on Thursday. Then go back to our normal hospital for chemo every other week until..... well who the fuck knows.
I feel so crap for saying this but we can't live our lives like this forever, our youngest is off school for the foreseeable, our older two go to uni one day a week but stay in their bedrooms for the rest of the time so they don't infect dh with anything. We don't go anywhere other than the hospital as dh is at such a high risk. I can't even go and see my mum for a coffee in a nice cafe or a walk around the park. The walls feel like they are falling in, let alone closing in.
And then I'm expected to be happy about the scan and the fact that he can have more and more chemo. Obviously I am pleased he can still have treatment but the whole regime of it really takes it toll. Dh doesn't drive anywhere now, he worries that he's to tired. That means I have to take him and sit and wait in the car, sometimes the blood test and covid test can take an hour! We are pretty much at the hospital 3x a week for one test or other, then chemo day and then back again a few days later for his disconnect. I was really hoping for some slightly better news so he could have a month or two off from treatment, just to give us a break.
Then fucking covid and our incompetent PM decides were are going into tier 3. Fuck it all today.