I just wrote a massive post, only for the server to go tits-up.
Happy days.
I'm going to do a couple of posts in the next few days as I'm aware that it's been a fair while since I've posted owt. This is an abreviated version of the incredibly funny post I just lost. It is entitled 'Bad things about my chemo.
1) The Bum Lottery
Just like the National Lottery. See below:
National Lottery - Buy a ticket, pray, win large wad of cash. Winner!
Bum Lottery - Don't buy a ticket, pray, get caught short, run to nearest toilet. But hang on a minute I hear you say? Where's the lottery component Mark? Here it is; you don't know whats coming!!! Is it liquid? Is it compacted stools? Who knows!!??! Ace eh?
2) Mouth Ulcers
Between week 2 and the end of week 4 I get ulcers. Lots of 'em. 16 at last count, all along the sides of my tongue. So this is my diet for those two weeks.
Custard
Ice Cream
Soup
Custard
Angel Delight
Custard
Smoothies
Custard
Custard
Sounds like fun? Ask my arse...
3) Chemo side effects
Caelyx pools in certain areas of the body, and is very painful to the touch. Its a bit like electric shocks. The parts it affects on me are my hands, elbows, feet, knees, calves, hips and gonads. So everything is itchy and uncomfortable. E45 doesn't work. Sudocreme doesn't work. The only cream that does is called 'Udderley Smoooth' (sic). Designed for cows' udders. I have half a bovine heart, and now use udder cream on my skin. Meg swears she's seen me grazing in the back garden...
4) Insurance
I've got (as yet) incurable cancer. Now I think this is shit. But sod it, I'm going to get on with my life, so were going on our belated honeymoon to NYC. Yeah baby, NYC!! But I'd better get some insurance, so I'll phone one of those specialist brokers. It goes like this:
Me: Hello, I'd like some insurance please.
Insurer: No problem sir, we're very competitve and don't refuse anyone. What condition do you have?
Me: Er, its called angiosarcoma.
Insurer: Asthma?
Me: Angiosarcoma.
Insurer: Did you mean anaemia sir?
Me: A-N-G-I-O-S-A-R-C-O-M-A
Insurer: One moment please (Rustling, hushed conversation, murmuring occasionally punctuated with words such as 'Christ!' 'Poor Bastard' and 'No Chance'..) I'm sorry sir, this is a pizza parlour...[click]
More to follow...