One step forwards, two steps back!

Oh dear, perhaps I shouldn't have been feeling good just because I woke up yesterday morning feeling good. As the day went on I started getting stomach cramps and by early evening things had got to the point where I had to consider taking some action. I decided to ring the local NHS walk in centre as the only thing I could put it down to was the new antibiotics.

They were very helpful. After a chat with the triage nurse he decided I would be better speaking to a doctor, so he said someone would call me back within the hour. About ten minutes later a doctor called me back and after a long chat and lots of questions he decided that the most likely cause of this latest problem was the new antibiotics. Apparently this is quite a common side effect. He advised me to stop taking the Co-amoxiclav.

I asked if I should resume the Flucloxacillin, and he said the best plan would be to speak to my GP next morning as he should have access to the results of the swab test taken in A&E on Monday. The results of that would enable the best antibiotic to be identified.

This morning I rang my GP and the receptionist confirmed that no results had been received, adding that they would only be given the results of tests they had requested. In the end she decided that the best plan would be to get my GP to ring me back.

When the call finally came the GP said he'd checked the microbiology reports and nothing was shown against my name. We had a quick discussion about the best course of action, said that if I had any further problems with the wound I was to ask to see the nurse and tell the receptionist he'd told me to say it was an emergency.

Result.

R.I.P. Harry

Last night I shed a tear for a stranger when a brave young man lost his fight for life. At 11 years old Harry Moseley from Birmingham died from a brain tumour, having been in a coma since August. I never knew or met Harry, and only started following his story a few weeks ago, but there was something about this remarkable young man that made me wish I had known him.

After diagnosis four years ago Harry set about helping others and single handedly raised over £85,000 for brain cancer research by fundraising and selling hand-made bracelets. He shared his story with us on Twitter, and when he wasn't able to go on line himself his family continued to keep us up-to-date. Last night they had the sad task of relaying the news of Harry's passing.

Harry, you were an inspiration and you were respected worldwide for the way you dealt with your problems. You deserved better from life. Rest in peace lad.

What's in it for me?

I've been asked a few times what's involved with chemo. What is the procedure? What are the drugs and what do they do?

How chemotherapy is administered varies according to the patient and to the type of cancer being treated. My first chemo course in 2010 was Capecitabine (Xeloda®) in tablet form, so could be taken at home. However stronger chemicals are usually administered intravenously. For this some people have to spend time in hospital, some can be dealt with as outpatients, and some have a combination of outpatient and home treatment. I'm fortunate enough to be having the latter so I have to spend as little time as possible at the hospital.

Using a cannula for home treatment is not practical so I have been been fitted with a PICC line, and this will be left in place for the 12 weeks of this treatment. It runs from just above my left elbow up through veins until the tip is just above my heart. The thought of having this line inserted was a bit daunting, but I can assure you it's a simple and painless process. An X-ray makes sure the nurse got it right before we start the drips. Despite there being only a tiny entry hole which the body seems to seal naturally, it is treated as an open wound and a large area around it is covered with a sterile dressing (Weston Park use a different one to that shown in the photo).

So, for six alternate Tuesdays I go to Weston Park Hospital Day Care Unit in Sheffield to start off a four day treatment. Day one is at the hospital, and the first job is to change the dressing that holds my PICC in place. Then a syringe is connected, firstly to draw back a little blood to prove the line is still connected properly and then to flush out the line ready for the next stage - a selection of drips from the main menu!

The first two drips are a steroid, which is used as an anti-sickness agent, and Piriton (antihistamine) to help ward off possible side effects of the serious stuff which now follows. So, we've done the starters and now it's time for two main courses. Greedy!

Oxaliplatin is used to stop cells producing DNA, which means they cannot grow. As cancer cells grow and divide faster than normal cells the chemotherapy will affect those most. Unfortunately the treatment can see off some normal cells and that is what causes side-effects, though when the treatment is over the normal cells recover and so side-effects are usually only temporary.The chemo is carried in a glucose solution as cancer cells attract glucose, not knowing of course that some sneaky doctor's hidden something in it to try to kill them! Along with this goes a solution of potassium and folate to help maintain the bodies levels of essential chemicaos that the chemo might damage.

After this, a saline flush clears the PICC line ready for the next dose, which is Fluorouracil, also known as 5-FU. This an anti-metabolite and is also to stop cells making and repairing DNA. This is because cancer cells need to do this to grow and multiply. All of this is known as combination therapy - two drugs which have a similar effect but work differently. After this, yet another saline flush to clear the lines.

I now have an infuser bottle containing more 5-FU connected to my PICC line. The liquid is contained in a pressurised bulb and over 48 hours this is forced into my blood. The rest of this session is at home, which enables me to go about my normal day rather than spend two days in hospital. My wife has been trained to remove the infuser, flush the line and change the dressing, so hospital visits are kept to a minimum. The next NHS visit will be to my local hospital for a blood test and quick consultation on the Friday before my next Tuesday appointment.

As well as the infusor treatment on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday I have to take Dexamethasone tablets, mainly to ward off sickness. These being steroids make for a weird few days as they tend to try to keep me awake while the chemo tries to send me to sleep. One minute I feel on top of the world, and the next that the world's on top of me! After Friday the fatigue starts to grab hold and leaves me quite cream-crackered for the next few days.

The whole course is six sessions over twelve weeks. After that . . . . who knows?