All was seemingly well. Pain was no worse, and we had an arranged meeting with the Hospice Pain Management Consultant this morning. A good meeting, discussing issues concerns and making some fine tuning to the medication I was taking. Now when I had my fall the other evening, which wasn't really a fall, more just a roll where I lost my balance when I was down on my haunches in the kitchen and rolled onto my right arm there wasn't any real addition to the pain that was already there and I had managed to have a few hours actual sleep the last two nights.
What was noticeable was that the upper part of my right arm had swollen a little. The doc looked at it and suggested we get a precautionary x-ray to be on the safe side.
So, over to x-ray and total amazement when they said "It's fractured!"
Three days into chemo and a concoction of drugs about to destroy my immune system and they want to start pinning my humerus! Looks like I will have to be admitted in the morning for an operation to fix it. What a friggin' nightmare! What's really hacked us off is everyone involved telling us how careful we needed to be with the bone with one exception: the orthopaedic consultant who categorically said it wouldn't break. I am not happy right now! Jen is upset of course, and i have spent the afternoon trying to touch base with all the different teams to update them on the news of what has happened.
We await a call from the hospital in the morning!
The sudden realisation that you have cancer hits you like a sledgehammer. On 9th February after 2 months of tests and all sorts thats what they told me. In more ways than one it's a life-changing moment and your mind goes into overdrive thinking all kinds of worst case scenarios.
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