A Disinclination to Run Marathons

I’m aware that I’ve not updated the virtual world about the state of my health for some time. This is something that must be rectified today, now the guilty realisation has crept up on me. After all, if I don’t keep bombarding you with these messages you will lose interest. You might even assume I’m dead.

I’m well into my hormone treatment now, which is designed to shrink the tumour. I am assuming that it’s working. The drug is injected under the skin of my abdomen, and each injection last three months, and I’ll need two of them in total. At the end of six months, which will include one month of daily radiotherapy, I will either be cured or will have been given my one-way ticket to the asphodel meadows.

The side effects are an overwhelming tiredness and a general low mood, with occasional bouts of depression. I still seem to be resolutely male and still have no interest in Dulux colour charts or slogging round Ikea.

I shall try to get excited by the thought of Christmas, but I’m just not a Christmassy type of person and it’s the spring I’m really looking forward to – a spring with no cancer.

Our dog Ruby’s been having pain in her back and back legs, and can only go on short walks, which suits me perfectly at the moment. We are all of us getting older by the day. Don’t ignore it, whatever ‘it’ is for you.



About stevehobsonauthor

I am blind, and I hate it. It stinks. But life is still sweet. I have multiple sclerosis, and that stinks too, but life is still sweet. These are my musings.
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One Response to A Disinclination to Run Marathons

  1. Rooting for you Steve. I wish you every success with this course of treatment. Best wishes.


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