What I thought was bloating is not bloating, but my tumour. Chemo has not worked, the tumour has grown and we can now see in my stomach is the cancer getting bigger.
This means options are becoming more limited.
There is one more form of chemotherapy that my oncologist thinks I might be suitable for. But here is the kicker, its not commonaly prescribed within the NHS and so my oncologist has to apply for funding for this treatment, which may be refused and so I couldn't have the treatment, or I would become one of those people you see on the local or national news, appealing to the NHS trust to try and obtain funding.
Once that has been tried and seen if it works then I become a human guinea pig. This means phase one clinical trials. A phase one trial is the next stage once it has been through, I suppose, animal testing. Again my oncologist is hopeful that he has some colleagues locally (Guildford) that are conducting trials at the moment. But there is also the option to have treatment at the Royal Marsden.
This also looks like it might entail some stays in hospital so that they can monitor the side effects and after effects of the treatments more effectively.
So 7 months down the line we are heading towards the end. However brutal that sounds its the honest truth. I have put my body through hell and back. I have spent 6 months having chemotherapy to no avail.
Nothing has worked. How do I feel about that. How would you feel? How would you feel knowing that you had a time limit left?
All I can do is live life to the full at the moment.
So we have our trip to Legoland planned for half term and some more exciting opportunities coming up, all health dependant.
And in the meantime I came across this BBC article. It makes me feel better knowing that if I get accepted onto a trial then although it might not save my life, hopefully it will save someone else's life.
There is one more form of chemotherapy that my oncologist thinks I might be suitable for. But here is the kicker, its not commonaly prescribed within the NHS and so my oncologist has to apply for funding for this treatment, which may be refused and so I couldn't have the treatment, or I would become one of those people you see on the local or national news, appealing to the NHS trust to try and obtain funding.
Once that has been tried and seen if it works then I become a human guinea pig. This means phase one clinical trials. A phase one trial is the next stage once it has been through, I suppose, animal testing. Again my oncologist is hopeful that he has some colleagues locally (Guildford) that are conducting trials at the moment. But there is also the option to have treatment at the Royal Marsden.
This also looks like it might entail some stays in hospital so that they can monitor the side effects and after effects of the treatments more effectively.
So 7 months down the line we are heading towards the end. However brutal that sounds its the honest truth. I have put my body through hell and back. I have spent 6 months having chemotherapy to no avail.
Nothing has worked. How do I feel about that. How would you feel? How would you feel knowing that you had a time limit left?
All I can do is live life to the full at the moment.
So we have our trip to Legoland planned for half term and some more exciting opportunities coming up, all health dependant.
And in the meantime I came across this BBC article. It makes me feel better knowing that if I get accepted onto a trial then although it might not save my life, hopefully it will save someone else's life.
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