Oncology appointment - 11 January 2017

I had my three monthly oncology appointment today. My baby girl came with me as my note taker. I was under the impression it was simply to see the oncologist as I had not received an appointment for my Zometa infusion. I had put this down to having broken my toes and thought perhaps they were waiting a few months before starting it up again. Nope...not the case at all. They had simply not notified me. Luckily I had said something about it to Reuben Broome and he advised me otherwise.

Nothing to report really. Falling on my tailbone will not affect the cancer (phew!) - that was the one I was worried about. Nothing untoward in the ultrasound on my neck gland done in November and because I have done so well in the last year, we will keep the status quo. He is ordering a CT scan and bone scan for the last week in March after I return from Melbourne and the results will be ready for my next oncology appointment on 5th April. These are usually the 'interesting' appointments, as it gives us a guideline on what the cancer is doing.

Zometa infusion went as normal with my zoladex injection afterwards. All good, the nurse was able to find a vein after putting my hand in hot water for about ten minutes. So thats over for another 28 days. Next treatment is 8th February.

This is my first week back at work after a two week break. While I had periods of feeling bored and shitty (yep, those mood swings again), I had a lovely rest and am quite happy to be back. At the end of last year I was tired and really struggling with a 40 hour working week. Now I feel like I am ready to take on the world. Hope it lasts...I need to find ways of coping and managing the tiredness.

I had one particularly shitty day while I was on leave, god I really hate those days. They are truly bloody awful and I dispise feeling that way but feel like I have no control or any way of reigning those feelings in at that time. I decided the best thing was to remove myself away from everyone so I went and shut myself up in the bedroom and quietly stewed. A bit later hubby came and checked on me, to make sure I was ok. In his quiet, gentle manner, he seems to know how to calm me down. He took the time to sit and listen to me as I talked about how I was feeling and he slotted his little words of wisdom in here and there. Mood improved - I was grateful and I think so was the rest of the household!

Wednesday 11th January 2017 - 8.55pm