Yesterday was a full day, and I indeed, had to put my big girl knickers on and deal with it. The day began by fasting in readiness for the lumbar puncture and as Murphy’s Law is never far from me, I arrived in time for morning tea, which meant dear Cliff was there with his full trolley, trying to push his sandwiches, cakes, choccies, muesli bars and so on to each patient, including myself. I could have handled a tomato sandwich actually with a nice hot cup of tea, but it was disallowed……naturally.
James, my doctor for the day, a sweet young man who is engaged to one of the prettiest nurses I’ve ever seen, is a gentle tall streak with large horn rimmed glasses. Rather cute though and so quietly spoken and considerate. He kindly ordered a sedative for me to take the edge off – the first time I had an LP the doctor said she didn’t like sedatives for her patients as they tended to relax their spine too much at a crucial moment. Different courses for different horses.
James had several attempts to find the lumbar fluid to no avail…he kept hitting bone which bloody hurt like mad believe me, sedative or no sedative. A second lot of the sedative was administered but by that time I was in such pain in my back it didn’t do much to take that edge off. Another young doctor was called to the rescue, and Sammy was savvy with the placement of an LP because first go he hit gold. What a relief!
So then I was left to rest, flat on my back for 2 hours to recover before the chemo could be updated. At this point I had been led to believe that Oscar would be leaving me, but no, he was to be replenished for yet another night’s stay. So the twins returned to the unit with us at the end of the day. They behaved themselves in a gentlemanly way and I had a reasonable sleep which I needed due to feeling so sore and exhausted. It had been a long arduous day.
Back to the hospital today at 1pm because Oscar was due to be empty at 2pm. He squeaked a few times to let me know he was almost out of the juice, and I just hit the button that says ‘Acknowledged’ but really means ‘Shut up and get on with it’.
Again I thought he would be parting ways with Eric and I…..but no, he has been refilled with twice the amount than yesterday. He is a hungry lad it seems, but he’s pumping it into my veins at a faster rate as it has to be empty and done by 2pm tomorrow before I see the doctors. Hopefully they will have the results from the LP although last time it took several days for the results to be known. I am expecting a good report at the very least.
Tim arrived yesterday early. He left Maryborough just after 4am I think in the vain hope of avoiding the commuter traffic on the highways just north of Brisbane. Fat chance! Obviously a lot of the workers here have the same idea. The road systems are not the best here surrounding this capital city it seems.
He drove down in my little Cherie – well she is red and that means she goes faster…doesn’t it?
We got the paperwork sorted out and he had to leave for home as we left for the hospital. He had a busy day ahead with work and with sorting out stuff in readiness for his coming down to take over as carer next week. My sister Bernice has to return home to her life due to commitments she and her husband have in the following week, and then she has a birthday party to organise for her husband Jim. Bravely she is holding it at her home, which is large enough, but it means a lot of work in preparation. I hope the guests appreciate her efforts as she loves cooking and has planned an amazing menu. Wish I could be there too.
This afternoon when we were finished at the hospital and my lovely nurse promised to be there tomorrow too, we caught a cab. I jumped in and gave the cabbie my spiel about the shortness and necessity of the fare. I think the driver was a tad gob smacked and all he could do was say he understood and laughed. I went on to say I would dearly love to be in his driver’s seat if he would like to take my place on the chemo ward. He then told us he had bone cancer and he really did understand what it was like. The rest of the trip was spent chatting about staying positive and not letting it get one down as it would do the opposite to what we are all striving for. A nice man, after all. I think I’ll have to try to start my spiel in a little more gentle way….perhaps.
I suggested to Bernice that we visit our gorgeous friends at the Jam Jar for a coffee. At the front door a blackboard announced their smoothie of the day was a Banana, almond and honey mix….it sounded too good to pass up. Delicious! Served in a small glass milk bottle with a straw, it was heaven to drink and replenished my energy levels. If you have the chance to try this mix in a smoothie, I am sure you will love it too. I would say it was made with almond milk and if so, I am now a fan of the stuff. I’ve since found a recipe which may be similar to what they use too.
1/2 cup Greek yoghurt
1/4 cup sweetened vanilla almond milk
2 tablespoons almond butter
Blend all ingredients until velvety smooth. Taste and adjust for sweetness with a drizzle of honey if needed.
I’m going to try this one too when I’m allowed back in the kitchen. Sounds good doesn’t it?
I’ve slowly been catching up with ringing friends and my eldest sister over the past week, during the short spaces of time when I am feeling energetic enough to chat. Other friends have had to do with emails or private message on face book, or texts – my day seems to fly by with so much of it being spent at the hospital – I am drained by the time we get back to the unit, so I do apologise to any of you who feel a bit left out. Please forgive me. I think of you all often and am so grateful to have you by my side on this bumpy trek. Much love and big hugs. I received a funny, delightful letter from my friend Doreen which brightened my day in leaps and bounds. I look forward to more from Doreen!