Going through my Dropbox folder I came across these six comic strips by Garry Trudeau from 2012.
Nothing’s changed has it, if anything things have got worse.
As someone living with stage 4 colon cancer, sometimes referred to as metastatic colon cancer I perhaps have more insight into the side effects of chemotherapy as a patient than most.
I’ve been having treatment since the 4th February 2019, having a total of 32 treatment sessions these have normally happened every two weeks, however, I’ve had a number of breaks of my own choosing and a longer break enforced by coronavirus.
That longer break of three months turned out not to be as disastrous as I feared, my tumours or lesions remained stable over the break and the side effects I suffered from after 25 cycles of treatment almost completely cleared. All that I had left was some neuropathy in my feet.
The lockdown here in the UK unwittingly returned my body to normal.
So what can I say about a break? Don’t fear one it might be good for you.
What I would say is that cancer and its treatment feels like trial and error although that error might prove fatal, so far I’ve been lucky, well excluding the fact that cancer isn’t lucky.
However, remember that these are my experiences and yours may well vary.
One of the things I was considering writing about is my experiences with cancer which I’ve been writing about in my personal journal but in reality, I’ve managed to turn cancer into a dullness nothing much generally happens I trundle along the tumours shrink a little but they’re still with me.
I have a scan coming up tomorrow my first since my treatment restarted after the Covid break. Oh let your eyes glaze over as I relate I had a scan before the treatment restart which showed my tumours hadn’t grown in the three months without treatment good news, so of course, we’re hoping for something better after this round of treatments.
See all pretty dull.
Where, to start? I’ve been here before sat at a blank page on the screen.
A little about where I live? Here goes, I live in a small provincial city, Gloucester, the title city implies something exciting or at least I thought so when I moved to Gloucester way back as an 18-year-old. Nothing could be further from the truth there’s little of excitement here, little happens that’s going to set the heart racing or the soul soaring. Gloucester a place that the rest of the county of Gloucestershire looks down on well excepting the Forest which Gloucesterians (is that a word) look down on, who the Forest look down on I’ve no idea.
Looking down on someplace is a very English thing. Wherever I’ve lived there’s always someone to look down on. When I lived in Chatham it’s the Isle of Sheppey, and where I was born in Torquay it’s a county-wide thing all Devonians looking down on the Cornish and I’m pretty sure that’s reciprocated with the Cornish looking down on Devonians. I pretty sure this is repeated across the country.
Is this parochial outlook just an English thing or is endemic elsewhere?
You might also ask why I still live in Gloucester? It’s cheap at least for this neck of the country, it’s easy to get into the countryside, close to Cheltenham and Bristol isn’t too far away would be my answer.