Wish me luck!

Mum has pulled up her socks over the weekend, but this is it: the chemo starts tomorrow.
First session Monday to Friday.

Wish me luck!

the loser takes it all!

I started a new hobby today. It is called judo. I did it with mum at the loncolologist. The lonkadologist is a new doctor Mum took me to for my cancer. Mum and dad wanted a second opinion on whether I need to have the chemo or not. This new doctor is called the oncomolonist. Her name is Cindy.

Cindy wanted to take an ultrasound of my tummy to see if anything was visibly growing again. But I was not just gonna lie down and let them do it, was I?

So mum and the doctor decided to do a bit of judo with me. Hey, it’s not difficult to win when it’s 2 against 1!! They threw me on the bed with an ippon and whilst mum held me down in a grip, the doctor was putting funny stuff all over my tummy. After the first ippon, I got a biscuit!  I love judo! Apparently the loser takes it all!

The second half, I decided to not put up a fight anymore, I basically handed them the victory, in return for another biscuit. Oh, let them have it! Women always buy that.

The doctor said she saw nothing in my tummy. That is so not true. She had just given me a biscuit. That must have been visible. So either the doctor doesn’t have a clue, or the machine is not working!

The loncolomonist convinced mum that I do need chemo, so we are going to start it up. During my operation, they have removed 4 lymph nodes full of cancer. They have removed them, but the fact that they were full of cancer means that their lymphatic vessels probably have transported small bits of cancer to the rest of my body already. So the cancer is slowly spreading. The chemo will slow that process down.

The lonkolodist also put her fingers up my bum. Again! I hate it but apparently that’s where the cancer grows. She said she could feel absolutely nothing.

I will need medication (pills) during five days every 21 day cycle. In between, the oncolologist will draw blood to check my white blood cells because they are my soldiers and without soldiers, I can’t win. I will need the pills for the rest of my life. These pills should not make me sick. If they do, mum will stop giving them. Mum has to give them to me with gloves on. Apparently, if she touches them with her bare hands, she will put chemo on herself! And she hasn’t even got cancer!

Every 3 to 4 months, we’re gonna do the judo again too, to see if anything is growing in my tummy. I look forward to that.

So I got a really good report today and even though I probably still have cancer, I am not yet on my way out.