Four Months

It is exactly four months today since I was diagnosed with metastatic liver cancer and began the journey of treatment to attempt to contain it.

I cannot believe how the time has passed. Of course, the regularity of medical appointments of various kinds has assisted. When every fortnight has four regular demands: blood test one day, oncologist meeting and four hours of chemo the next, pump removal two days later, PICC flush and dressing seven days after that, it does tend to make the time pass quite quickly. Then it all starts again.

I have been rather mimsy the last two days. Mimsy is a word our family borrowed many years ago from Lewis Carroll's poem, Jabberwocky ("all mimsy were the borograves and the mome raths outgrabe") to describe a state of mild sadness and depression. The condition requires family members to tread lightly and definitely NOT to offer gratuitous cheer. It generally passes quite quickly with minimal effects on both the sufferer and the family. I am hoping that the start of cycle 6 on Wednesday will bring an end to it for me.