It's been a while, I was well and truly burying my head in the sand whist dh was on his chemo break.
Good news first! Our amazing dd has just finished her PGCE and has already got her very first teaching post! She will have her very own class in Yr1 starting in September 🎉🥳 I have no idea how she has managed to achieve so much with the last two years. So damn proud. Lots of happy tears.
Then obviously because our lives don't seem to let us have any sort of bloody break to celebrate...... dh had a scan and the results are shocking and scary. He has had some pretty major growth in all tumours and a new one in his abdomen that is bigger than any of his others. Plus his tumour markers have doubled.
Two things piss me off about this
- why do they leave his scans so far apart
- they fucking rang us at 19:45 in the evening to tell us 😡 who the hell thinks that's ok?
So now we have to wait until Wednesday to see them (in person for the first time since Dec '19😱) thankfully they are allowing me in. They did say to dh on the phone that is very urgent and they will be giving him a different chemo this time, which in medical,terms for dh means last chance chemo due to his very rare mutation.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. We were hoping for another six weeks off now there are more countries added maybe even have a holiday.
It feels like the beginning of the end, albeit slowly. Even dh feels like it, which is so unusual for him. He said he can feel where it's grown and is taking more painkillers. The new chemo has more side effects and he will lose his hair, which he really doesn't want as it will make him look and feel like a cancer patient.
So yet again my heart shatters that little bit more.