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Saturday 22 August 2015

A Meeting With Macmillan

Steve has been signed off work for a few weeks and he's needed it.

In the past 3-4 weeks, I can remember two days where he hasn't needed to go to bed by around 3pm due to the excruciating pain he's been experiencing. It really breaks my heart.

Every morning, I watch my husband wincing in pain. His entire body hurts. I watch him carefully counting out his drugs... 2 x Oxycontin Prolonged Release, 2 x Oxycontin Immediate Release, 1 x Dicloflenac, 1 x Citalopram, 4 x Gabapentin, 1 x Omeprazole.

In the afternoon, I watch him take some more, and again in the evening, except this time with a couple of Amitriptyline and a Diazepam added into the mix.



So why, every day, am I still watching him doubled over in pain, unable to speak, unable to stand, unable to hold his daughter, gasping for breath because he is almost crippled from the pain?

We scheduled a meeting with Macmillan to discuss this. Steve has been to see them a few times in the past and they've always been fantastic with ensuring he's on the right medication and trying to make him as comfortable as possible.

I did my research beforehand. I was sure there must be something alternative or additional to painkillers, something longer lasting and more hardcore.

I found some information on epidurals, pain blocks, injections, TENS machines, physiotherapy.

When the keyworker from Macmillan arrived and asked how things were, Steve did his usual "not too bad thanks" - what is it with this stubborn husband of mine that prevents him from being truthful about the way he's feeling?!

I explained that he spends every day in agony. I explained my frustration that he is almost rattling with drugs yet remains in so much pain. I told her that surely, with the amount of drugs he takes, he should be pain free 100% of the time, and that he is far from this.

She was horrified, and agreed something needed to be done. She doesn't specialise in this area but was able to refer us immediately to the person at our Macmillan clinic who does.

We had a meeting with a consultant the following week. We discussed where his pain was, which drugs appeared to help and which did not, and ultimately concluded that Steve already takes the highest dosage allowed of the majority of his current medication so from a tablet point of view, not much more could be done. She increased two of them very slightly, but over the coming days it became evident that this had very little effect, if any.

Yesterday, a physiotherapist came to the house, but she didn't do an awful lot and seemed confused as to what was causing the pain.

She did bring a TENS machine however. We tried that out today and, although early days, it seems to be working. He is still not even close to pain free, but we did notice an improvement and we are grateful for any amount of relief Steve gets.

We are now waiting on CT scan results and then it looks as though the next trial treatment will be underway.

Please keep everything crossed for us and keep us in your thoughts.

Thank you for reading! :)

Lots of love, Gina Xx

Monday 10 August 2015

Race For Life 2015

It's been almost two months since we took part in the Race For Life and I've just realised I hadn't done an update for you, so here it is :)

Esmée and I signed up to walk the Race For Life in Bournemouth, where we live, and we absolutely loved it. I got a group of friends involved and those who have young children got them involved too.

My sister-in-law and I got ready together in the morning - we wore pink tops and pink tutus and she did our makeup for us - bright pink!!

I wore Esmée in a carrier and we met the other girls at the seafront near the start line, who were also all dressed in pink.

Esmée had a hand made sign which said "I'm Racing For Daddy" with a photo of them together.

My total amount raised was £1374.00 and I received an email last month telling me I was in the top 3% of fundraisers for June! I'm so happy with that total - my initial target was £100! I'm absolutely blown away by people's generosity. Thank you so much.







The work that Cancer Research UK does is absolutely incredible and I'm so immensely proud to have been part of such a fantastic event.

We are so grateful for all of the donations and support and we can't wait to get involved in more fundraisers!


Sunday 9 August 2015

Big, scary meetings - a bad week

Hi guys,

Since I last wrote, there have been a few changes happening and I'm just about ready to go into it all.

On Tuesday 28th July, Steve went to the hospital for his pre-chemo appointment ready for treatment on the Friday.

We were right in the middle of moving house so we decided I'd stay at home with Esmée and keep packing whilst he went to his appointment. These appointments are never eventful and the clinic is usually running late so it seemed pointless for us all to go.

When Steve came to meet me at the house afterwards, I instantly knew something was wrong.

They had told us previously that Steve's breathlessness was caused by fluid on the lungs, which would need to be drained at some stage.

However, at this appointment,  the doctor told Steve that the X-ray showed the treatment had stopped working altogether and the cancer had quite drastically spread and grown, now covering huge portions of both lungs.

We were in complete shock - the last CT scan had shown that the disease was stable and the plan was to continue with it indefinitely.

The doctor mentioned a second clinical trial which Steve may be eligible for, and told him she was cancelling the current trial (Xilonix) with immediate effect.

We spent the rest of the day feeling as though we were floating, but not in that nice, dreamy way. As though the world had disappeared from beneath us. It was like we were drowning or struggling to breath. Anyone know has been through something like this will know the feeling.

We travelled the couple of miles to Steve's parents house to break the news, and of course they were just as devastated. Steve's brother, sister in law and nephews were also there, so we all rallied round for a chat, told them everything we knew and promised each other we must all stay strong and positive.

We arrived home around 5.30pm, I think.

At around 8pm, I noticed I had a missed call from my maternal Nan. I called her back, to be told that my mum was not expected to make it through the night. She had been in hospital since Sunday and had taken a bad turn. Her sodium levels were extremely low and a salt drip didn't appear to be helping. The doctors decided to stop the salt drip.

Steve and I hardly slept, and in the morning, when I heard my mum had improved slightly over night, we decided to go and visit her.

We were surprised by how well she seemed - thankfully, she didn't know quite how poorly she was, and so was in good spirits. She was chatty, playful with Esmée and was making jokes.

She was moved to the hospice a few days later and we're waiting to find out whether she'll stay ther for the duration of her life, or whether she'll go home or to a different sort of care home for a few weeks before going back to the hospice. We hope she can either stay where she is, or go to another care home for a while, as she's been getting confused and is quite nervous being home alone when her partner is at work. My nan drops in to see her, but my grandad has late stages of Parkinson's disease and so he also needs constant care from her.

We had a meeting with our oncologist this week regarding the plan of action for Steve's treatment, but we didn't find out anything new. We had some clarification on what we heard last week, and we are now waiting for scans and some more information on the trial.

Hopefully we won't have to wait too long and I can update again soon

Thank you so much for the lovely messages and continued support, it's very much appreciated!

Lots of love Xx