Hi all,
After a dreadful weekend when I felt absolutely down and out and as near as damn it on deaths door I feel a little better as the days have passed, resting as much as possible. My consultant told me to have some more blood tests to see whether it is worthwhile to continue to take Enzalutamide. They came back today with mixed results, one lot of liver enzymes went up yet another lot have gone down. Assuming that he called it a draw my Onco has prescribed another months worth (GP can not prescribe these magic pills at this moment in time). By the way my PSA is now 0.06 how weird is that.
I saw my GP today as my feet have swollen and I am now on water tablets, I was with Karen and my GP turned the conversation round to the "end game" asking where I wanted to be at the end. We had quite an interesting chat about how I was going to go, as to when to make these final decisions. My preference would be to go back to the Hospice in my final days but to die at home. Sounds morbid I know but we all know that it won't be far off now and I respect my GP for taking the time to go over these things in a kindly fashion without being condescending. I told him that I was setting targets, the next being our jaunt to Dublin, he was in agreement with both setting targets and Dublin, but did tell me to rest up in the meantime. He was in fact quite amazed that I had done so much since leaving the Hospice.
I'm on a mix of 13 tablets at night now which certainly gives a good nights sleep but in the minutes to nodding off I'm in a world of my own, having allucinations and reaching out for things that aren't there, then I come back into the real world before zap it's time to get up.....with only 10 tablets to take with my morning cereal.
At least the weather has been kind and I'm spending a lot of time on my hammock. I normally would be chilling out with a beer watching sport on the TV but after the debackle that was the England Football team, the farce over Pietersen and the England Cricket selectors who haven't got the ba**s to get rid of Cook as Captain we now have Murray crumbling at Tennis I am now down to watching Last of the Summer Wine.
No matter, Dublin in a few days time because........
Life is for living
Barry (alias Barrington )