ICON9 Trial - Checkup the seventh
Another couple of easing-out-of-pandemic firsts to report:
Public transport! A tube and train trip to South London and now a tube trip to the hospital. Why no cycling? South London was too far and today my left arm is below par. Why? Because I fell on my elbow on a slippery, muddy bit of allotment road, wearing plastic clogs with no grip on the soles - mea culpa. No bruises, just v painful in the bit that you use to support yourself on the handlebars.
A one-hour slot at the Photographers' Gallery!
Very quick throughput at hospital today - the price was getting here for an 8:30am appointment. All is well, although everything was so quick that even the basic blood results hadn't come back when I saw Dr M. Last month's Ca125 was 8.
I've been getting a bit of a niggly feeling taking the olaparib twice daily. With less nausea, or more acceptance of it, perhaps there's more head space for unwanted thoughts to creep in. The 9am and 9pm phone alarms, and the rattle of pills in their container become twice-a-day reminders that all is not well, with a coincident scroll of questions about the future - what happens when they stop working? do I get another round of chemo? what's the prognosis now? I haven't asked anyone these questions for a while.
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