Last Thursday, 2nd May, was a bit of a milestone. I stood in the buff on my scales and uttered a modest whoop of delight when the little digital display told me I had hit the hallowed 70kg mark. This means I have gained 7.5kg, or a little over a stone, in about 6 weeks and this has resulted in me feeling pretty much human again, for the first time since long before Christmas. This is in no small part due to the combined efforts of a regular low dose of Dexamethasone and an e

Crikey. What a bloody week. Stuffed full of lows, with a dusting of highs and everything in between. We met the oncologist last Friday (8th Feb) who told us that things have deteriorated by a fairly alarming degree. I have not had any chemo since early December because of the pain in my abdomen (which we now know was caused by post-surgical adhesions) so it was no surprise that things had got worse but the question was, how much worse? The simple answer is worryingly so.

Right then. Update time. I promise to do my best to keep things brief, although there is, as ever, plenty to report. Things are currently relatively rosey - relative being the operative word. The chemotherapy is on hold for two or three rounds so I'm feeling more human than I have since March; my tumour markers are lower than they have been in ages; I'm taking active steps to get my exceptionally painful bum under control; and it has been hot, sunny and generally summery w

You find me, once again, in post-chemo recovery mode. This was my 23rd round in almost exactly two years. Indeed, exactly two years ago I was currently in the early and least pleasant days of my two-and-a-half week stay in semi-solitary confinement in the Surgical Assessment Unit at The Conquest Hospital following that fateful first dose, from which I emerged, in the words of my wife, looking like a crack addict. Not a happy memory. Bekky said recently how much that whole o

Aside from my witterings about Decembeard, it's been a while since I last updated you on our cancerous journey and, in that time, quite a lot and yet surprisingly little has happened... There's been Christmas... I've gained a new godson (s'up Oscar) We've had a new bathroom fitted ...which is now actually finished (Thanks Roddles!) We're now so grown up that we own a real life dishwasher... and, most astonishing of all, Donald Trump is still President of the United States...