operated

feel a bit like a pin cushion. had all my surgery yesterday, 5 incisions, feel pretty shitty and pained. came home last night and heading into peter mac now. whole body looks and feels ridiculous. chemo today or tomorrow. hopefully out by sunday. xox

cancer my subscription

i think i've finished all my scans now.  i had an LVEF on friday to check heart function, and today i had a PET scan with another radioactive injection (getting stronger every day!!).  there was a spider in the scan room and steve pointed out that since he's been exposed to so much radiation, there's a good chance he's the one who bit spiderman.  good things to remember in case one day the world needs a hero.

tomorrow i am having surgery at the royal women's hospital in carlton.  i'll be admitted at 7am for a laparoscopy, to check out my ovaries before chemo, and to put in the port, which is the instrument that goes in a big vein in my chest so they can put the chemo drugs straight in instead of fucking around with canulae.  individually they are day procedures but having both at once means i might have to stay overnight.  then i have a bed booked at peter maccallum on wednesday and chemo finally gets going.

there's a good chance i'll stay in hospital until the weekend, which for some reason seems like the most objectionable part of the ordeal.  what the fuck is there to do in hospital?  i'll probably have to share a room with seven geriatrics who can only watch "as time goes by" because everything is too colourful and confusing and nobody likes overstimulated confused old people, and it will be lights out at 8pm and that thing on my finger will keep beeping and flashing and it will be boring until i start being sick when it will be gross.  yeah guys, i'll keep you posted.

i'm shitty at the moment but that always happens at night for some reason, tomorrow morning i'll be bright as a button until they flood my veins with happy sleepy liquid and start slicing around the place.  hopefully i'll have internet in hospital and i'll let you know how it goes.  have a nice week everyone!

GFR

today i had a gfr scan to check the function of my kidneys.  it was pretty gross, the nurse fucked up the canula and couldn't get a vein which was scary and painful.  my nervous system cracked the shits and tried really hard to send me unconscious, but i resisted.  the nurse freaked out and called some big dude called mark, who came in all looking all important and fixed it up.

they took blood four times over four hours, and i had an additional pathology blood test to check something else, not sure what.  i sat opposite a guy with tattoos, who looked about 65 but when he gave his birthday he was only 48.  scary.  they couldn't find a vein in him either but he was manly about it.  mum kept standing in my view so i wouldn't peer at other people, which is apparently rude but also interesting.  they never seemed to close doors anyway, so people kept peering and grinning at me.  according to the nurse that's a good sign.  i don't know why.

then they took photos of my kidneys eating radioactive medicine, which mum reported as exciting, but i couldn't see.  it wasn't noisy or claustrophobic under the camera like in the mri machine so that was good.

ok, one day down.  chemo still not scheduled.  peter mac very chaotic.  more tomorrow.

welcome

hello everybody.

this is my cancer blog.  for those who don't know, i was diagnosed with a kind of bone cancer last week.  it is confined to my knee, specifically the medial femoral condyle, but unfortunately it has weakened the bone so much that it fractured. so now i'm on crutches (very annoying) and will be until around august/september i think, when i'll be having surgery to remove the tumour and part of the knee. my inferior kneebone will be replaced with some kind of superior android metal knee, and i will accordingly become very powerful. this is the upside.