Off to work

lots of movement this week in both work and treatment.

The meeting with my oncologist was very positive, the shortness of breath I experienced looks to be coincidental and not linked to the chemotherapy. I have experienced similar symptoms before, my hay fever can sometimes spill over into asthma like traits when the pollen count is high as it has been recently. None the less I had a chest xray and will see my GP about Ventolin inhalers. he (oncologist) has also reduced the level of oxaliplatin by 20% and reduced the steroid I take in the 3 days after infusion following my feedback about the last cycle. I have had the 4th infusion today (Friday) and, fingers crossed, I feel more comfortable than any previous cycles, however its early days.

Stella has gone to Portugal, this weekend, with her sisters to celebrate Kate's (youngest sister) 50th Birthday. I hope they have a great time, times have been a little cruel for the whole family this year and a break, however short, will do them all good. God knows Stella has earned some R&R, still it felt odd to go for my infusion without her 'hand to hold' as it were. Tallulah is the head of the house in Stella's absence, she is more than capable and has her Mother's strength of character.....boys beware!!

This was my first week back at work, albeit on light duties, I have managed to install the remote access (with a massive amount of guidance!) on the laptop and have already started doing some work. I think it will take a while for me to get up to speed with what is happening in the 'borough' but I've broken ground. I feel like a switch has clicked over in me changing from sickness to recovery. 


I went in to Croydon for my return to work interview and to get a brief from Nigel about what I will be expected to do. I want to try and get into the office at Tooting twice a week to start with and work from home for the remainder, of course this very much subject to how I cope with managing the work treatment balance. The picture is me on my first day back almost wearing my uniform. I have since managed to tuck my shirt in without impeding my stoma and bag. I also went to Tooting this week, as I got out of my car I felt as nervous as I did when I walked into Thamesside's (Gravesend Fire station) yard in 1983, I can't really explain this except to say I'd been in the wilderness a long time. There is a saying in the Fire Brigade 'finger in a bucket of water', when you go the space you leave back fills and you are forgotten. I needn't have worried Green Watch couldn't have been more welcoming , it brought a lump to my throat.