279. Stuck for a title

Yesterday I was seen by a new consultant, Dr O, a young, elegant woman who just asked a couple of questions and sent me on my way. I had to ask for my blood results - which are still raised but stable. Certainly nothing they are worried about. She seemed impressed that I’ve been on capecitabine for so long - whether she was impressed by my fortitude or by the fact that the stuff is miraculously working, I’m not sure. Maybe I should ask. I did have an important question for her so I waited till she’d finished writing up my prescription and then…well, I still have no idea what it was.

Age?

Chemo brain?

Information overload?

It’s bloody embarrassing anyway!

So now I need to go again next week to visit Maggie’s when the children present their donation to the charity and again, on Friday, when we have the secondary support group. There will be a pharmacist coming to talk about our treatments, side effects etc. I must write down all my questions this time. I certainly have a few as I attribute anything that doesn’t feel right to the chemotherapy when it might easily be some of the several others meds I take routinely. I have thought of visiting my local pharmacy and asking J, the main pharmacist who worked for 15 years in oncology at St James’s. But knowing the cause is one thing. Would I be willing or even allowed to give up the offending medication?

Then I have a CT scan to come. It’s actually a month late already.

Meantime, a bit of detective work has led to a delightful online purchase. It started with one of the usual Waiting Room Feet photos in one of the Facebook support groups. The coat caught my eye and… there it was in Next. Ordered and delivered within 48 hours! I just hope this woman isn’t a patient at St James’s. I think two such coats might be a bit much for the poor staff and patients! Certainly, no one is going to miss me in this coat!

It IS the blue of the other pic -
In Your Face Blue!