September 20th saw me have my third CT scan after my last liver section and the results were not good. Last Friday I had a second scan and today we went to hear about this latest CT scan.
Put simply it was a "Disaaaster Darling" and the Big C has come back with a vengeance and there will be no cure this time around. The Big C is out and about beyond the boundaries of the liver, so now we are playing the game of fighting a war that we cannot win. How many times have you seen countries carry on fighting a war that they cannot win for years and years? Well that is where we are at. Chemical warfare then!
Tomorrow, I have more blood tests and on Friday I have a Picc (peripherally inserted central catheter) line fitted ready for the chemotherapy to be connected up on the 31st December. All being well I will respond well to the chemotherapy, which will be for three months, followed by a break and then some more and so on. The bottom line is this, Peanut has a bet on with the Doctor, so if I don't last two years he will lose a tenner. I find comfort and reassurance in this, as I know that with so much to play for, he will do his best for me!
Flippant and blasé we might be but to be honest how else do we deal with this? We have shed our tears but in truth, the only way forward is a 100 smiles for every tear. I am sorry that I will not be the victor in this war, but I will carry on kicking him in the shins for a while yet as I still have more than a few smiles to put on Lady Peanut's face.
God bless and I look forward to popping up here and there to torment you with my bloggings in the meantime! x
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