Feeling good

At the high level I am now feeling pretty good. The side effects that span off from the first round of chemo are now under control, my body is finally producing copious amounts of White-Cells. My counts are up and we’ve even been allowed out for a walk outside of the hospital. Day by day I feel stronger and steadier. I look less like a lemon.

At the low level the battle plays out and needs to reach conclusion. More time in bed. I have a series of lung shadows, the large ones obviously fungal, the lesser ones probably the same but with some uncertainty due to their smaller size.

These are the types of fungus that most people have in their lungs but have run amok when my blood counts were flat. These are being beaten down by intravenous drugs. If I could take oral therapy for this we might be able go home for a bit but that is not on yet as we have the parallel fight on with a liver ‘syndrome’ which is limiting the drugs I can take for my lung fungus battles.

Rather than having one nurse (and at one time an ICU) set to my care and monitoring I am back to sharing the nurse with three other patients and the frequency of tests has dropped significantly. I’m missing the attention but this is all an indication that the serious threats are past.

Hovering on the sides of this secondary battle are the docs taking the bigger view on my lymphoma. They are deciding when and how to step back in and step up primary treatment that could send us round this or another circle again.

But each day I feel better, stronger, more stable than the day before. Good.

On other fronts things progress. House survey is set for Monday. Helen and I scheme furniture for our home and other desirable from a high level. We’re not committing to anything just yet but we’ll be ready when it’s time.

There are more admin things settling out from our resettlement back in the UK. All going well. I’ve run out of excuses for finishing my my UK taxes. Dare I?