So…

This is going to be a bit of a roller coaster. post.

This morning kind of went from bad to worse…

My hopes to get out tomorrow (Friday) in time for our Christmas lunch on Saturday were slowly to rapidly slipping away from me.

And my hopes to get out of the ward and back into the Cotton Rooms today appeared to have gone entirely. I was less worried about that, I just want to get out tomorrow! But they got my parents to go over to the Cotton Rooms (thanks parents, you are amazing), check me out and bring all my things over to the hospital.

So I met with my Oncologist this morning, well he came to visit me in the ward. And basically he thought they’d be keeping me over the weekend unless I did some super human, never-before-seen type Methotrexate clearing. And he said it’s possible (likely) that this is what I’m looking at for my final 6 Methotrexate treatments. Hospitals and weeks that drag out longer. Ugh more hospitals.

As a result, he also said we would be putting off next week’s chemo by a few days. Which means goodbye to all free weekends for the foreseeable future (until the schedule needs to be put off again).

I’m not going to lie, this was all getting me down. The thought of my last 10 weeks of chemo probably now being pushed out, maybe even for months. It’s hard to manage. BUT you know what? Last week I ran into one of my fellow Ambicare Crew (he’s in my next ‘people met so far’ post so I won’t give away too much right now), and he was having a bad week. Sure I was having a bad couple of weeks too. But he had received some bad news, and I can only guess, but perhaps he found out that his chemo isn’t working. Or there may be some other big complication that means his prognosis is not so good. It seemed somewhat serious.

In terms of that, I have had only good news the whole way. My chemo has worked, my scans have been good, I’m finally meeting with the surgeon in a couple of weeks.

Sure, it might take a bit longer, and yeah it will be frustrating and no it’s not what I want. But at least we’re still going in the right direction, even if it’s at more of a crawl. All that will sort itself out.

BUT I NEED TO GET HOME TOMORROW!

Anyway, then my blood results came back, and they were… good. Back to what you would expect for a Thursday! So but an hour after my parents packed everything up and walked it over to me, we were all packing it back up and walking it back to the Cotton Rooms.

So that is good!

I went back into Ambicare, and they think that result is borderline for clearing by Friday afternoon and getting to go home. BUT BORDERLINE IS BETTER THAN THE ‘NO CHANCE’ I HAD THIS MORNING!!!

Not sure what’s going to happen with next week, I was meant to go into clinic tomorrow morning, so I’ll just go and do that and see what happens.

I’ll still get a disrupted sleep tonight, with alarms and bathroom stops, but nothing like last night where people kept coming to shout at me about unimportant things that I’d already told them every half hour to hour.

Phew.

Once again, please cross all your fingers! It appears to have worked for getting me out of hospital by Tuesday last time (even though I had to miss my gig), this time we need to get out of here Friday afternoon. Please please just let me get out tomorrow afternoon. Whatever happens after this week will happen but please just give me this weekend, even if none others.