I didn’t post after last Friday’s chemo session because there really wasn’t anything to report except that two nurses tried to draw blood via my Port-a-Cath but failed completely and eventually they had to use a cannula in the back of my hand again. The odd thing is that saline and the chemo drugs go into the port normally, but nothing will come out! Apart from that it was just a routine session.
The Fountain Centre
Colin accompanied me as usual, but left once the blood tests had been done and before my reflexology volunteer got going on my feet – he hates feet! I had our friend Elaine for company instead and so spent two hours nattering.
Colin drove over to Simon & Kate’s in Hither Green to collect our granddaughter Georgie who was staying with us for the weekend and then he returned with Georgie later to collect me once the session was over.
Despite all the chemo drugs so far, I am still relatively free of side-effects. I was a bit tired over the weekend, but most likely that was the result of having an almost four-year-old to look after!
On Sunday morning, while Colin was showering, I crossed the road to the grassy area opposite our house accompanied by Georgie and some bubble mixture. We both had a wonderful time chasing the bubbles… until I put my foot down a small hole and twisted my ankle.
I hobbled back home with Georgie (Colin was mad that I hadn’t taken my phone with me) and looked at the damage. My ankle was looking very swollen and sore and so we decided that Colin would drive me to the local Accident & Emergency Department and leave me there to wait while he drove Georgie back home as originally planned.
To cut a long story short, an X-ray showed a Weber fracture, type A (see Wikipedia article) the least serious classification, but still very painful. I have a “boot” to wear, not a plaster cast, for up to six weeks; hopefully though, once the bone begins to heal and the ligaments recover I will be able to walk, with some care, without its support.
More than anything, the real pain is that I was looking forward to meeting up with my friends Lindsay and Meriel in Chester this week, travelling there by train, so that trip had to be deferred.
Today we visited the British Red Cross locally to collect a wheelchair on loan. Colin has told me not to get used to being wheeled around but we plan to try and keep as active as possible in the circumstances.
The next chemo session is of course this Friday and I will only post if there’s anything significant to say following that.