A very Happy New Year to everyone and I can't believe how long it
has been since I wrote a post on the blog. Actually I can believe it as I have
just noticed the date of the last one - 3rd August 2015. This post will be
different from normal but.... normal service will be resuming shortly. As I say this post is not about a lovely wander around London and the sights I see along the way but something that happened to my son, a serious illness and its treatment.
On that date most things were going very well in my
world and I was looking forward to a lovely summer. The very next day that
world came crashing down with an almighty thud when my eldest son aged 24 was
diagnosed with testicular cancer. We as a family do not do Cancer….we have
strokes, heart problems and even meningitis but this was the start of a very
new and extremely scary journey for all of us.
It was so off of our radar that James
attended the first appointment at Whipps Cross Hospital on his own
unaware that so much was to change a few hours later. I received a phone call
from him around 5pm as I was doing some last minute shopping before heading
over to Ealing to see my partner for his birthday. He was very calm and very
clear about the procedure that they were going to be performing in the very
near future and to be honest at this point made it sound no worse than the removal
of an appendix. Chemotherapy was mentioned but only as a 'mopping up' exercise.
He was so calm in fact that I still went to Ealing and he went out to see his
friends. I called my sister to tell her what was happening and the following
morning James and myself went to tell my parents.
The surgery was performed just over a week
later and he came home afterwards sore but in good spirits. He was told to take
a month off of work and in that time further blood tests and CT scans were
undertaken. This was also the time that the words Fertility Department reared
their heads.
At this point appointments at St
Bartholomew's Hospital (Barts) started to come through and so began four months
or so of firsts that none of us wish to repeat. After initially saying that all
looked fine on a scan it was decided that a stray lymph node in his abdomen was
growing and after further investigation was seen to be Live Cancer.
Appointments were swiftly made with the Fertility Department at Barts and Sperm
Storage and the legal documentation that it involved began.
A week or so later he started a twelve
week course of BEP Chemotherapy which involved three cycles of a three day In
stay followed by two Wednesday afternoon 'top-ups' and then back to the
beginning.
The first day on the ward involved a lot
of waiting and needles...the endless blood tests are the thing that stick in my
mind as well as the Markers that they showed the medical team. I left a well
looking son in hospital not knowing how his body would react to the brutal
regime of drugs. That first three day stay made him extremely tired, forgetful,
angry and puffy but at this point he still had his hair and beard. He looked
like James although a more red eyed lethargic version of himself.
Lots of antibiotics were taken as well as
anti-sickness drugs that had a very similar name to Dom Perignon! He was told
that by the time he came in for his second stay his hair would be gone.
It started falling out on his pillow and
everywhere around the house in the week following his second 'top-up' and at
first he found it an amusing party trick...pulling out clumps from his head or
his face and laughing. After a few days he had it shaved down to a No1 and by
the time I took him in for the second round stay he claimed the remainder was
being swept off of his head by the wind in the London Underground tunnels. I
think it was!
We are used to seeing bald men, we are
used to seeing men with shaved heads but nothing prepares you for the first
time you see someone very close to you hairless through chemotherapy. When I
picked him up from the hospital on the Friday night he was completely bald and
his face was swollen beyond belief through one of the chemo drugs. Luckily the
swelling subsided after a few days as did the total wipe out tiredness but he remained hairless.
It was difficult during these times and
conversation between the two of us became hard. All I could think of to
speak to him about was his treatment, cancer or how he was feeling.
Understandably he didn't want to be reminded of that at all times. My normal
wasn’t his normal though and I didn’t want to remind him of that either. Life
went on but a changed life for all of us. Strangely I didn't cry much at this
time, yes there were days when I could be in floods but on the whole
it was a case of dealing with a situation.
The last round of treatment came and went
and by the middle of November chemotherapy was over...then I cried! For days I
cried the tears that had been held back since August.
James had another scan booked for the
first week in December and it was hoped that the lymph node would have shrunk
with treatment. We found out that it hadn't and would probably require further
surgery to remove it. It does NOT contain Live Cancer though. It wasn't the
news that he had hoped for but on balance it is good news. Whipps Cross and
Barts have been brilliant though out although quite rightly, they did focus on
the cancer rather than other issues...
He has been left with a side effect from the chemo which has overshadowed the end of a rough four months but
this will hopefully be dealt with in the next few weeks or so. I hope at that point
he can get back to some sort of normality and routine. He hasn't been able to
go to his work and I think the isolation of that has been hard.
His hair is now growing and his beard is
quite full again. The hair is very very soft. I took photos all of the way
through the process which are only for us. It is good to see his hair, colour,
spirit and confidence returning.
We had a chat in the kitchen while I was
writing this and had a conversation which he started about how he felt during
treatment. I told him that I was writing about him and he didn't seem to mind too
much. I'm pretty sure that he will write about his version of events at some
time in the future.
And now normal service
resumes..................
***UPDATE May 2016***
After I posted this events took a bit of a turn for a few months. The minor problem after chemo became quite major and ended with an emergency procedure in early February. James also had the major surgery at Addenbrookes to remove lymph nodes from his abdomen and that required a six week recovery period. On 5th April he was pronounced cancer free and is just starting to be watched over by Barts again for regular follow ups. James is now back at work.
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