Liz was looking at the calendar and asked why I had put “Trip to pup” on it. Perhaps she thought something doggy was going on, but one large hairy rottweiler/german shepherd cross is enough. So I explained that it wasn’t “Trip to pup” but “Tripto top up”. In other words my three monthly triptorelin injection. I am glad I cleared that up.
Back in the days when I used to toddle up to London on a daily basis the company I worked for was trying to licence a whole range of inventions, many of which came from universities or research institutes, to companies who would take them into production. Some of these were drugs like cephalasporin antibiotics and other clever polywallywhatsits. (I dealt with engineering inventions which were much easier to spell but nothing to do with the story I am trying to tell.)
One of the polywallywhatsits was abiraterone acetate. Continue reading “Trip to pup”
I am going to break the habit of many weeks and post nearly two days running. Today I will bore you with statistics! However to make it a little more interesting I will include a few graphs. I am going to cover our friends on our way to the top of Scotland (without EU passports) and their and my blogs, my latest numbers which I got at chemo 5 and finally some referendum that has caused quite a bit of a storm on Facebook. Apparently now the result is known everyone (well that is a bit of an exaggeration) is googling the EU to find out what it is/was. Continue reading “Numbers, numbers, numbers”
The needle-phobic members of my family can look away now (you know who you are). On Monday I had a ‘phone call – can you come to Wycombe for a CT Scan on Thursday? Well I start chemo on Thursday so it might be a bit tricky is my reply. Oh, well we can fit you in at 5.15 tomorrow. So the next day it was granddaughters in the morning, dog to the vets for her annual check-up then me for a CT scan (mustn’t get these mixed up). Continue reading “Three days, three needles”
What has been going on – well life as normal except that, as it was later described, I had a few months history of lower urinary tract symptoms (i.e. I had found I had an issue peeing especially first thing in the morning). Liz must have been prescient when she bought me Bill Bryson’s latest book for Christmas. Continue reading “Hang on, let’s just step back a bit.”