Another week, another blood test, and this week’s hospital visit was enhanced by a dose of Pentamadine. Pentamadine is given through a nebuliser (which pumps air or oxygen through a liquid medicine to turn it into a vapour, which is then inhaled), and is to protect me from getting pneumonia. I think. The blood results were fine, and though the Pentamadine isn’t exactly tasty, it’s never a problem or remotely painful having it.
There was, as usual, a decent amount of time spent waiting, but that helped me to read ‘A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian’ by Marina Lewycka… It was funny, and had me laughing out loud occasionally, but also managed to be quite moving in places. I’d recommend it, as I would (perhaps even more so) ‘The History of Love’ by Nicole Krauss. The latter was stunning: beautifully-written and heart-breaking. It’s also very literary.
I’m back in on Monday, because they think my blood counts may have started to drop by then. I’ve also signed up to attend a patients/medical staff meeting the week after, organised by the Cancer team. It might be interesting, and it’ll be a good chance to mention i) food and ii) internet provision.