Whilst I crave and enjoy the love, hugs and touch of a woman, I no longer feel sexually attractive to them. I have accepted that this part of my life is gone.
Walking has dealt with a lot of my swelling and whilst the continouous treatment means my hair is receding a little quicker, I can live with that too. I get tired after about 3pm, so if I am away or at home, I will catnap or simply sleep for a couple of hours. If I am at work it causes me a problem and so retirement is now being explored. Properly eating at regular times does make a difference as does a good diet. There is no reason you cannot enjoy your life so long as you things in moderation.
Memory and skin problems - A direct side effect of some of the treatments. As a result of toxicology, I am no longer allowed one of the effective drugs. I have been recommended a couple of new treatments and the toxicology is there too. So i don't see the point. I would rather deal with what I know, than take something that creates the problem all over again, only to be told you can't have that either.
So the only bit of the whole procedure that has left me annoyed, is that I went into hospital with a 36/38 inch waist and came out with a 44/46 inch waist. No the covid restictions didn't help but there was no effort made to actually tuck the stomach back in to place properly. Perhaps this is because it was done by robot or that I went through the NHS instead of private. I can live with everything else, and am doing so quite successfully, but the physical deformity really annoys me. And there is no offer to sort this out either. There is one other thing that annoys me. Every now and again my oncologist and I discuss the new treatments but they never come my way. He is not allowed to give them, because my health resource will not pay for them. It should be my choice not theirs.
Yes
Of course I would, I would potentially have been dead now. Why? My friend went for a walk and came back to find he had been misdiagnosed by his doctors and it was too late. 7 days later he was dead. His death and my attendence at his funeral saved my life. It is now metatastic and my life gets shorter daily but, I owe it to him to keep on fighting.
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