It's all relative...........

I had Herceptin, the 6th session!  The cardiologist’s words ‘I would do Herceptin this week, this one won’t kill you’……………. And the oncologist’s words ‘ No need to worry about your low pulse, the lung scan is fine’.

Well the cardiologist was right, it did not kill me, I am still here…………..  He wanted me to do a ‘stress test’, which the oncologist does not agree with, as I should not put my heart under any strain.

I have therefore decided to do my own stress test, just to keep an eye on my apparently low pulse. Interesting it is between 40-45 every morning and then increases to 60 during the day. I will start to record whenever I walk up through the garden to see if exercise of some sort increases it.

It’s a mine field really, or should I say a lottery………………..

A long standing friend, who Geoff and I lived with 35 years ago, has come to stay with us for a week. He has Myiloma, which is a type of blood cancer and considered incurable, but very much treatable.  I have the highest respect on how Chris is dealing with his condition. A grueling year of chemo behind him, he is now well enough to travel, which he loves so much.  Talking to Chris makes me feel a wimp. Last autumn he was diagnosed with cancer and has been to hell and back since, which is why it is so great to see him here in Spain. How he manages to continue his travels is a mystery.  Chris, fondly known as ‘Mr Oprin’, does not do holidays on a beach, no, he goes deep into the amazonian rain forest with a guide, just to mention one of his many trips.
What touched me to the core, was when he said, ‘ I want my girls to remember me when I am gone, and for this reason, I am organising holidays’.

What am I complaining of really?! I will beat this and am fine. Chris does not have this luxury.