Today and Tomorrow

Today I popped into work for a couple of hours.  I had a task to clear down, but I could have done this from home.

Apart from the work, I had an appointment booked with the Mad Canadian Osteopath (he will enjoy the reintroduction of that term) and I also wanted to get a feel for my energy levels.

Suffice to say that my energy levels are not good.  They have "popped" in the last week. This is nothing to do with food intake, as I have upped it and have at least temporarily won my weight battle.  Rather it is the condition and treatment that have finally caught up with me and the consensus is that I have done rather well to have been energetic for so long.

I am feeling weak and tired, though only physically.  Mentally, I still feel strong and recognise tomorrow's chemotherapy (should it take place) as something I need to get through by hook or by crook.

I will know when I go into clinic tomorrow whether I will be receiving chemotherapy.  If I am then I will be off immediately to receive it and then straight down to radiotherapy to get my "daily dose".

What bothers me is not having chemotherapy; that is a well worn ticket.  It is simply concern over my body's ability to accept it.

I have adopted some strange but simple and allegedly powerful Kinesiology techniques courtesy of my mother to help me through the process.  I gave them a try when I was walking through the Marsden today and they seemed quite funky.

Above all the mental gearing must be right and the recognition that this is the last intravenous treatement I will receive before being reassess to see if I am fit for surgery.

There is no room for failure on my part.  The treatment must be successful.