Sunday 21 July 2019
I woke feeling a little better than the day before, but I was still very tired and had a sick feeling in my stomach. I took some Omeprazole and Metoclopramide. I found that I couldn’t sit upright or stay on my feet for very long at a stretch and I needed to spend most of the morning lying down, flat or with my head slightly elevated. I mostly stayed in bed, though I did manage to use my laptop a little.
The girls would be heading off with their grandmother in the afternoon to spend two weeks in Finland, leaving Pia and I home alone to see through the remainder of my chemotherapy. They spent a lot of the morning with Pia getting their bags packed. The first leg of their trip would be a train journey to London, where they would stay for the night. They would then fly to Finland the following day.
We ate lunch around 1 pm. I was a bit more active by this point, though still not feeling good in any way. We got in the car and headed to the railway station around 3 pm. We arrived in good time and saw the girls off. It was a strange feeling to be without them. It was the first time that they would be away from us for more than a night or two at a time, and the first time they’d be travelling without either of us. We had every confidence that they’d get on ok for two weeks, but it was quite a new experience for us and a bit emotional.
I was feeling sick and exhausted on the way home, worse than I’d been feeling at lunchtime. I think the journey to the station might have been a bit much for me. I had to lie down and rest on getting home.
We got word shortly after that the girls’ journey had been delayed after someone had jumped in front of their train. The train was held for a long time and there were apparently several police cars, ambulances and a helicopter present. Eventually, after plenty of free drinks & biscuits and one change of train, Pia’s mum and the girls arrived in London about three hours late. Quite a drama, but good that they made it and didn’t get turned back. I hoped the experience wouldn’t give the girls any bad dreams.
On the last day of school two days earlier, my twelve year old had brought her Rubik’s cube home, which she’d been keeping in her desk. I hadn’t played with it for a long time, so I spent a little bit of time in the late afternoon messing about with it, trying to remember how to unscramble it. It all came back to me after a short while and I was able to solve it intuitively. It’s quite good fun.
Later, Pia and I settled down to watch a film before bed. As well as having a lot of fatigue and sickness during the day, I’d noticed more tinnitus. It was still faint, but more persistent than previously. On top of my Clexane injections, I was also on Filgrastim injections for a few days, so a total of three injections per day. I find the Clexane shots to be more painful than the Filgrastim, and my belly was getting quite bruised with all of the daily injections. Still, it was just temporary and the most important thing was that I was working my way to better health.









