Well on the good side the sun is shining and the daffs are out in profusion and we're off for a picnic lunch shortly.
Then on the entirely rubbish side, I learned yesterday that the PSA is up from 236 to 303 in just a fortnight. Maybe not such a surprise since there's been an increase in bone pain over the past two weeks leading to yet another out-of-hours visit at 3am last Sunday. That led to the MST dose being upped to 20mg every 12 hours and Oramorph being thrown down his neck at frequent intervals (and the return of the dreaded constipation goblin). Plus a 'just-in-case' box of medical goodies is now sitting in the kitchen. Which is very sensible but the fact that we need to have one is really not cheering me up at all.
The consultant had hoped that the bone pain was a 'blip' due to a 26mile bike ride he'd been on and I'd been hanging on to that possibility like a limpet. But the PSA rise suggests otherwise.
So far this headclucking cancer has sailed through HT, chemo, dexamethosone, RT, zometa, abiaterone and prednisolone. Haven't tried Radium 223 yet - the onco went off that plan when he realised how fragile my OH's spine. But I'm not sure if there are any more options. Will find out when I phone them next week.
And just to put the tin hat on it, this morning he had another vicious bout of bone pain.
BUT, the pain has subsided now, he's dosed up to the eyeballs, and has popped out cheerily to get the papers so that we can have plenty to rant at on our picnic. What a star he is.
Thanks for all the recent cheering updates from you fellow battlers - helps to lift the gloom no end.