Had our meeting with Mr Raman, the oncology consultant this morning. Pretty pleasing stuff: he's happy with progress thus far, and there seems to be nothing unexpected happening of any real concern to him at this time. He has decided to have another CT scan to assess what, if anything, else may be going on, so we will wait for that.
I addressed the issue of the weight loss and at this time he said there's not too much to worry about, and we will simply keep an eye on it. The consensus seems to be that you are undergoing chemotherapy, along with fighting cancer, and so expect resources to be used up, and to get tired. Everybody we talk to seems to be of the opinion that I "can afford to lose some weight anyway" so I guess I will accept that I was, and still am a fat old bastard, and just you wait till I have lost another couple of stone...pahhhh.
On a more serious note he did throw an interesting statistic at us: Neuro Endocrine cancer, over previous experience responds very well to this regime of chemotherapy in "something like 85 to 90% of cases" which I have to say gives me great cause for optimism: this statistic, and my absolute mindset that I will not be beaten by it says give up now cancer, you will never beat me!
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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