Still here...V
Blog number V or five or 5, or 🖐. V, the worst Rocky film of them all by a long way. It's watchable, but ultimately forgettable and cack. Free week from chemo! So, that's 6 doses over the last 8 weeks of poison dripped into my arm. Usually and historically, I'd be half way through - they usually book me in for twelve doses, which is roughly four months. However, I've got a sneaky feeling they may keep me on it (if it's working) or switch me to the "Big Guns". The "Big Guns" is a regime of chemo I've done before and it worked at some shrinkage here and a mop up there, but it was brutal. A scan around dose nine is then followed by a chat with my oncologist to tell us what's happening and next steps. For now, nothing to report. No news is good news 'n' that. 😊 I love this week; I don't necessarily feel any better physically, but mentally it's such a relief to not have to go to the Phoenix unit in Sunderland, sit in that ch...