It might have been everything combined but at Idlewild last night I was all over the place; it’s good as I haven’t been able to get it out for a while. I needed it and I think Paul knew too but he didn’t say anything.

I’m getting worse and it shows, most notably in my leg and speech but that’s to be expected where the tumour is located. I’m not going to get to the 200 odd days the hospital has theorised and if this is how it’s going to be, I’ll be glad if it ends before. The chair is less degrading to be in but I’d rather be walking under my own steam than being pushed.

Falling over didn’t help and the bruising hasn’t helped at all in terms of getting up, but it’s my own doing. It’ll be mentioned at clinic if it’s still there, similar to all the tablets, for what it’s worth.


Yesterday was a much needed do nothing day, just lounging around catching up on TV and drinking tea until it was time for the Dr Who showing. It can’t be more than a little amusing that the Odeon we booked at was at the site of the old children’s hospital. Needless to say, it was a lot of fun and a lovely evening with Paul & Emily, and even a slightly broken but all in all full-ish sleep to top it off.

Cannock Chase was surprisingly easy to negotiate today, admittedly, it was close to the visitor centre so I guess the paths would be slighly better than elsewhere in there, but even so, a small victory.

There’s patients that need anaesthetic before their treatment all of this week, so all appointments are, give or take, an hour later, so a little bit of a lie in for a change. Chances are I’ll still be up at the same time as normal but it’s a nice thought.

Ah well, number 10 coming up in a few hours….

Good, good boys.

It could just be a coincidence, but it seemed a little easier walking up the stairs after the trip out with Paul & Andy. I doubt it’s much to report at all…and little more than my legs maybe got more of a stretch than they had in previous days…but it’s a kind of progress. A little. Maybe.

And so much for any taste loss with the chemo tablets, the curry, while not the best ever, still tasted pretty good, so it would seem that for this soon to be ending run of tablets, the side effects have skipped completely. This will probably all change when they restart me, so I guess I’ll have to take the good bits while I can.


Maybe it was not being taken round the parents to eat, and instead whacking an average pizza in for tea before Paul came across to visit, but I seem to have slept marginly better. Granted, I’m still having to get up around 0500 to pee every night, but it seemed more of a rewarding sleep. 

Kerry is right, as she said when she popped in yesterday afternoon; I still need to get out of the four walls, ever the voice of reason really! It does seem while I possibily can still move with a degree of normality, it’s best to get out, even if it’s just a hop in the car somewhere with the parents. Where? Well, apparantly, they are on the way, but as all I have seen is home, their’s, the shop for a short while and hospital this week, anywhere will be a bonus I guess!

And after he mentioned it last night, I can’t help but think of a KFC, so I will be making it a bit of a beeline for one if I can!