Cancergiggles is an idiot's guide to accepting, living with, laughing at and dying from cancer. The very, very last bit I can't be absolutely sure of, but then who the hell can? I could have written some beautifully crafted, grammatically correct essays but I hope you will understand, that when I say "I don't have a lot of time" I mean it far more literally than you do. I just wanted scribble a few thoughts to maybe light a spark in people - and then it became a book about Cancer, Life, Death, Illness and Politics. ISBN 0955198801

 

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posted Tuesday, 19 July 2005
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To say that yesterday was confusing would be a serious understatement. Off I popped to see the Head Cancer Wizard for a chat and find out the results of my recent PET scan. I suppose I’ve had some 20-30 scans of different types over the past few years, so hearing the results holds just about zip in the trepidation stakes. Having been a “very nearly dead person” not that long ago, the worst thing I could realistically be told is that I am a lot better than I was then. That is to say that I am expected to keep breathing for more than another few hours, so the result is pretty positive. Just occasionally though, and I’m sure it’s just a bit of fun, the Wizards conjure up a really complex spell with a mixture of ingredients they haven’t tried before. The fun bit is where they sit with you to examine the fruits of their labours and look totally and completely baffled.

HCW and I played this game yesterday. We looked at the high resolution colour PET scans and discovered some damn interesting stuff. Anything which is a bit not normal shows up as a bright orangey, yellowish glow and as a result, the bit on the base of my pelvis now shows, contrary to widespread opinion – and it’s now official and documented, that the sun does indeed shine out of my arse. Other bits which we’ve known about for ages, have stayed exactly the same (good news), with a couple of notable exceptions. The likely cancerous bits on liver and right lung, appear, without so much as a by your leave, to have completely vanished. Gone, buggered off and inexplicably, A.W.O.L..

This obviously had yours truly and HCW doing some serious scratching of the craniums and looking confused. Neither of us had actually considered that the capecitabine would work as a “go away” drug – rather we had thought of it as a “stay still – don’t get bigger” approach. They had apparently held a meeting of smart cookies from oncology, radiology, surgery and other dark arts and basically come to the same conclusion as we did. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Thus we just sit back and watch.

The rat poison is to continue until I return from holiday on the basis that whilst they are fairly sure I’m now ok, it would be a tad inconvenient and impolite for me to start exploding in a foreign country. Whilst it would have been nice to be totally pill free it’s a small price to pay for a shitload of good news. Happy day.


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