With apologies to my face tube buddies who will have seen this yesterday. I have just been given carte Blanche by my dietician to eat all the junk I can, while I still can. Full fat milk, sugar puffs, full English breakfast ( fried if possible ), burgers, mars bars ( fried if possible ) you name it, I can eat it with no guilt.
Huzzah!
There's always a downside though. Obviously in a couple of weeks it will start to get difficult/impossible to eat anything solid so I'm filling my boots. However, because of the cumulative effect of the chemo and radio, I have started to create (look away now if you are sensitive )a lot of nasty mucous in my mouth, which is best dissipated by a mouth was which is made up of: 1 pint of water, 1 tsp salt and 1 tsp bicarbonate of soda. Delicious.
Had my feeding tube checked yesterday, all fine. I am flushing and maintaining it correctly. It's a bit like checking your bike tyres really.
Second radio went without a hitch. Bumped into my mate George who I was on the ward with a couple of weeks ago. He's been home and gone back in again, but was in good spirits (see yesterday's blog for inspirational effect this has).
Pleasant soundtrack in the background of the radio room consisted of:
Virginia Plain - Roxy Music
Sunday Girl - Blondie
Moonlight Shadow - Mike Oldfield
Mr Blue Sky - ELO
Can't complain at that. Then it was all done.
Another day ticked off.
radio 2/30
weight:95kg / 14stone 9lbs
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