I kept back a small shot of hope that my light chains might back off a little and give me a bit of summer before the Velcade had its shot but… I developed a tumour on my sternum… and
'It grew'd and grew'd, it grew'd and grew'd, it grew an awfy size…. with great big mouth and great big teeth and great big googlie eyes'. Just like a Lampton Worm; with tentacle spreading out to my shoulders and down into the deep below – smarted a bit too.
My consultant ordered a nice set of snaps to look at when she got back from her holidays and fixed it for the specialist Haematoloradiologist to confirm or deny their scariness and/or compatibility. She is holding out for compatibility in the hope that Velcade might quell/cool/shrink it.
It was growing apace and hardening and, as noted, smarting something rotten, especially if I did something daft in my sleep like stretching.
I've had three infusions of Velcade – 2 last week, 1 yesterday…. and its gorn… gorn I tell you… not a trace, not a tentacle… not even a pinkie finger.
I am happily flabbergasted.
Dai.
PS. I have a consultation next Monday (on my week off) and I'm looking forward to baring my chest and saying: 'Howsaboutzat Doc!'
PPS. Can I borrow Stephen's chest Gill, my seven hairs won't cut much mustard.
lorrainey 13 years, 6 months ago.
