The Drugs! Argh the drugs!

Note the drug reference!!

Well the keyboard has been ignored for long enough! In this week of spectacular astronomical how-do-you-do I can only step up weakly to my "weekly" blogspot. At the time of writing the predicted partial eclipse has not yet arrived on the cosmic clockface. It will certainly arrive but we may be blesssed with those usual limp grey skies so favoured by God for this neck of the woods. Probably by the time you are struggling with my tortured text you will have the advantage over me and know if all was revealed. (edit) God bless the BBC - it was a white out here!

Matters Medical

The last fortnight has been overwhelmed by matters medical. The first week we attended hospital every day: including spending a whole working day hooked up to some nasty chemical feed-line supplying Rituximab that made me as woosy as whatsit and brought my pulse rate up from it's pleasant, laid back, pedestrian usual 50 to something boringly normal as 65 - a veritable four-to-the-floor drum 'n bass anthem! 

Since ten o clock on the morning of Thursday 12th March I've been under the chemical cosh. Technically the Rituximab is not really chemo. It's a really powerful drug that has to be taken very carefully, by means of infusion, and comes with a Risk Assessment / disclaimer that I had to sign off.

Rituximab belongs to a group of cancer drugs known as monoclonal antibodies. Monoclonal antibodies are sometimes called targeted therapies because they work by ‘targeting’ specific proteins (receptors) on the surface of cells.

Rituximab ‘locks on’ to a protein called CD20, which is found on the surface of white blood cells called B-lymphocytes (B-cells). CD20 is found on normal B-cells and on most of the abnormal (malignant) B-cells that occur in many types of Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma. CD20 is also found on some of the abnormal B-cells that occur in Leukaemia.

Rituximab destroys both abnormal and normal B-cells by triggering the body’s immune system to attack the cells and destroy them. However, the body can replace normal B-cells that are damaged, so their numbers recover over time. But they make me very vulnerable to the slightest infect: from within my normal bugs and beasties or those that lurk in among the population. Hence my isolation.

When this added to the increased doses of the cocktail of stuff I had to take at home (chemo) there is no surprise that I was almost crawling up the walls in discomfort and mental incapacity. All my weak spots were exploited and compromised – so for me the bladder and throat, giving me a bit of trouble in normal circumstances, took the brunt of the pains. Also because of this I was finding it difficult to breathe lying down and almost impossible to sleep for more than an hour at a time – despite sleeping pills.

End of Matters Medical

Today I feel almost human; enough to do something creative and cognitive. So my brain is starting to uncoil and try and make a bit of sense of it all. Trouble is, by the time it does – it will be time to start all over again!

I had to inject myself with some other drug (in my belly) Believe me, although I was brave, I made it a challenge of mind over matter, man over mouse or that sort of thing.

My whole medical team, Macmillan, NHS, family and particularly Kym have performed beyond good. We've had some contact with DWP and other organisations and have to record that everyone has been helpful, positive and focused on providing support where possible. I thank them all

No trips out during this time. On Sunday I had a yearning for steam and temptingly the Leighton Buzzard Railway was running – but no dice!
. Lovely Leighton Steam.

I had just tipped into the critical non-immune time. I think we managed to walk around the Wardown Park lake once. To be truthful, I haven't had any energy or motivation to get up and go. In fact I spent two days just lying in bed. Bargain Hunt was such a treasure!

The lovely cards continue to float in. Thank you everyone. Despite my little cynical aside; I really appreciate hearing from people. I've never been in this situation before. I've never had more than a two-week stretch off work. I'm assured they are coping without me - all to do with them not me.

No visitors; consequence of isolation. I've been grateful for telephone calls - even the lady from the pension place and the nice cold caller called Colin from Microsoft in India telling me I had a virus on my computer - I kept him talking for hours - I wouldn't want their phone bill - all the way from India - I ask you!

My personal hygiene has improved - I've had a bath pretty well every day. Just for something to do. I exaggerated - I've got what I call creepy skin. If I paid lots of cash and had a conversation with a model who said she was worth it or a normal nice girl with smooth armpits I could pay for the treatment at Boots. But Kym wisely bought a bottle of Fengel (my mother's favourite) and a languish (possibly wrong word) in suds-free luxury. I actually prefer something cheap, cheerful and citrus from Lidl. Bless Kym - she's got little money and she spends what she has on my bathing pleasure.

World Events and the rest

It's Lent, for all you heathens a time for reflection and self-examination. What have I done? I've had plenty of time at least! I spent Lent watching Borgia: faith and Fear et seq. It's a challenge! It takes sacrifice ANDif you ever thought about joining the Roman Church - well think again! It's got more sex, violence and infidelity than a season of Club 18 to 25 in Malia. All I will say - the Church was much more exciting in the 15th Century - although they liked their gruesome apparatus a good deal

Last Sunday the Mouth of Hell was wide awake, gave a blast from its depths and then disappeared in a cloud of smoke. (a plot straight from Borgia!) No something much more down to earth (literally)

The lovely! Northampton Greyfriars Bus Station was blown up. Watch the video.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsround/31906518

Above is Sarah's photo - possibly the best picture ever taken in a "warzone" Interesting!

An unfinished building in Hemel Hempstead. We went their for a pre-medical treat. Kym is beckoning - I'd better respond.

Most of you know I like music very much; particularly rock tinged with tears and a bit of country melancholy. Well I recently discovered Townes Van Zandt - give him a listen.

The music of the late Townes Van Zandt - "No Place To Fall"

He was truly a troubled-soul troubadour. Alcohol and drugs killed him in the mid 1990's. His music was very well respected and left a tender legacy reflecting some of the pain he undoubtedly felt in his real life. His music is worth exploring.

GP's back on track - on the trail and the turntable. 

Graham Parker & The Rumour have confirmed the release of an album entitled Mystery Glue on May 18.

It was recorded in just six days and features the original lineup of Graham, Bob Andrews, Brinsley Schwarz, Martin Belmont, Andrew Bodnar and Stephen Goulding.

The band say: “Written in Graham’s second home of New York and recorded in the legendary RAK Studios in London, Mystery Glue is a real return to form for this seminal British songwriter and powerhouse band.”

And then there is  . . .

I think I've got tickets for the Union Chapel - before they sold out. I want to go - but might have to offer them out as it might be in a chemo-out-time!

Thanks to all you who have read to the end. You probably know that I champion the non-commercial (as Mr Little would say - "you ole romantic you.)

Please keep in touch and make any comments - I'm old enough and ugly enough to take it - I don't worry whether my hair falls out (Kym chuckles - "you're a bit late for that laddie!"

Thanks to everyone at Headway, HighTown Methodist and the Luton & Dunstable Hospital.

I've not wrecked any computers, ruined any guitars or made any risky ebay purchases- I'm learning or I've just stopped trying!!

I never mentioned the Budget - oops I just did! Will we be any better off?

Bless you all - keep you granny away from Netflix Borgia!!

Roger n Kym 19th March 2015

March: comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. Or vice versa.

March! Hares? Ides of . ? , winds? Thoughts of Spring, Pancakes, Easter eggs - joyful things. But also Ash Wednesday and Lent - reflective things. So March promises much spiritually - joy and self-examination. And daffodils!

What has been happening in our life experiences during the previous week or so?

Well we went to London ; University College Hospital. What a place that is! You can tell they do lots of research and have lots of wealthy partners. Nice coffee too - Costa I believe - good old Sam Whitbread! In the event I think it best to cut the story to its details.

We were both anxious and thanks to Google Streetview we knew where we were going. We had to be on the train at about 08:00 - I hadn't been out of the house before eleven for two months - what a shock. So many people and sooo cold! Also we had bought the tickets on the previous day so it was straight to the train - avoiding coughing, sneezing and spluttering commuters as we ourselves shuffled in. No nice senior railcard prices or off-peak fares - it cost about sixty quid! Any way we got a fast direct non-stop East Midlands train - all country chat from those wealthy executives traveling down from Wellingborough and Market Harborough. All Geralds, Gervaises and Jemimas. We actually found seats. A short blustery walk along Euston Road being bumped and jostled eventually arriving at the UCLH. Just around the corner is the Macmillan "wing". Nice place! Electronic check-in (which defeated me) smell of fresh coffee and nice perfume. Hey this is a centre of excellence after all. Our nerves were sharply edged.

Eventually the call came and we elevated to the fourth floor. Being received we awaited the call. I was carted off for the prelims by a stunning young nursing assistant of possibly mediterranean heritage. She did the usual - weight, height, blood pressure - she then surprised me by asking for a urine sample. She politely asked would I have any trouble doing this. If she only knew! Job done and a little more waiting in an open room with the most crazy patterned vinyl floor.

After no more than five minutes we were called in to consultation by a charming young man of Australasian background. He did more of the usual - poked, prodded and interrogated. Sitting me down again he explained that there was an understandable mis-interpretation of the diagnose of genetic mutations by the Luton team. It was not such a serious matter after all. Not the death sentence yet! His explanation outlined the best and worst case scenarios and chemo-therapy was again an option. In fact I could chose to have it there. However common-sense kicked in - regards the time, transport and costs - and elected to return to lovely, homely Luton. We'd got to know some of the staff by now and were pleased with their attitude; caring and friendly and clear, plain speaking.

So a blood test and confirmation from the Professor and we we legging it out into the cold, sunny breeze of Euston Square. I suppose relief is slightly over stated in the circumstances - but we felt a big windy gust of it from the revolving doors. It seemed appropriate to have a little mooch in the British Library - full of young folk with MacBooks and small clusters of keenly intent Japanese students and someone Kym recognised from the telly.

Moody folk outside the British Library

A pint and bite of lunch seemed the next treat and Kym carefully shepherded me into the Betjemin pub/diner on St Pancras. Blimey you could feed a family of four at Weatherspoons for a pint and a half and a couple of sandwiches and bowl of fries at the former Poet Laurette's gaf. Nice though - and we were well away from any nasty draughts or folk with bugs. Another nice east Midlands train home and we were sat down on the sofa by three O clock.

Gosh, that was a tale and it was only one day! I was absolutely exhausted the next couple of days. We contacted the Luton & Dunstable Hospital to announce our return to their fold only to be told that Dr Flora was off for the week. However an appointment was made for week commencing Second of March. Another hiatus. Nobody's fault, but it is adding an element of frustration to our circumstances!

We got scared and hid in the computer!

I don't want to bore you with the day to day stuff - days have come and gone, as they do. I haven't always felt poorly. I have felt fatigued and as time has turned - felt a bit depressed and pointless. I know that's only negative mood. We've had a lot of "nothing-doing" and it takes its toll.

Had some great visits - Pete and Sarah. Pete's got another car - he has an eye for the middle-aged Peugeot estate. Nice big car. When they came I was hoping to get the projector out and return to the Fifties and Sixties - but lack of motivation and low energy thwarted that little adventure. I had the same thoughts the following weekend when James was visiting - but I made a scratch pizza and that was it - no energy. Still it lifted our spirits and was well worth the efforts. Sarah had all the goss and cheered us up immensely.

Debbie and Vanessa came to see me and that was a chin wag and a half. It did produce some feelings of guilt - that may be too strong a term. But I was very happy to be with them. I feel sorry that Kym has given up her job to care for me. Not sorry she's here, but sorry she's put her career on hold and has to put up with my business and grumpiness. She's my hero.

Anna has been keeping me on my spiritual, metaphysical and cosmic toes. including some questions about her digital music matters. Truthfully a bit all beyond my pickled and tired brain.

A very kind friend gave me a reiki session. It was quite wonderful. I managed to stay alert, though relaxed through the whole time. I believe I found something of myself again for the rest of the day. I slept pretty well too. I would recommend her to you.

Jayne and Bren kindly made it up from Reading. Great to see them and sad to confess we haven't met up for about eighteen months! I've got to do a bit better in future (when I can) Lovely to catch up with stuff.

Other brief news - we tripped up to Dunstable downs recently, on Sunday afternoon. Boy was it beautiful - but sooo cold and the wind cut me in half. We walked for five minutes or so but I felt unwell, so we returned to the warmth of the car and had a little drive around.

I'm a bit anxious about my employment position as all this poorliness and treatment is going to last a good few months yet. I've started to get some information leading to advice about pension matters. It's so complex. The one thing that I've discovered is that having a serious on-going health condition can increase the amount I might receive. It's a long old job and I'm just starting the ball rolling as I need to have a plan, in due course. To be honest - it took me hours to read and understand the first couple of pages - then they started to ring me - oops mental capacity??

The treatment continues / resumes next week (W/C 9th March). We have appointments most days during the week. The chemo I had started in January will have another cycle (that's at home) and a different drug, administered in hospital will be introduced on another day. I suppose there will be all the anti this and that stuff too. The fantastic Macmillan staff will be on hand and we will get some home visits. I didn't think I would ever be saying - bring on the drugs!!!

Thanks to all our families and friends. Thanks to all at Headway. Thanks especially to Kym for keeping me together.

James is over in Herefordshire - on a retreat - best to read all about it yourselves:-

http://www.dipa.dhamma.org/

Love to all.

Roger and Kym