No I haven’t taken leave of my senses. Today is 4th of May, hence May the 4th be with you. I know lame but what the heck.
Last few weeks have been up and down like a roller coaster in terms of Brian and the NHS. I had my bloods taken on 20th of last month prior to resuming my chemotherapy treatment two days later. Straight after bloods I had a face to face appointment with oncologist. Bloods 0930 and consultant 1100. I thought slight delay but what the heck just sit around. I got to see my consultant at 1230 as he was running behind schedule. Normal questions about how I was doing, you know the drill. I then enquired if he had the results of my blood tests carried out 3 hours earlier. His words “they are above the requirement for me to commence my chemo two days later”. Away I go happy as Larry.
Following day went out with family members and on the way back I received a phone 📱 call from the hospital to say “the consultant was wrong in his comments”. In fact all my levels were low and I needed a blood transfusion, appears Dr Genius had read my previous results. He did ring me later to apologise. So my chemo appointment was cancelled until I had my blood transfusion.
I then received a phone from a nurse on 22nd April saying an appointment had been scheduled for Saturday 30th for my blood transfusion. I explained this was impossible for me to attend as I was going away with my family for the Bank Holiday weekend as I would be 60. I know my youthful looks belay my condition. The nurses response was “do you how dangerous this is as my levels were very low”. They were 77 I have been down to 18 before so really not that low in my thought process.
Our lass took over the call and explained in grammatical Anglo Saxon why I would not be attending the Saturday appointment and if it was that bad why havent they brought it forward. My transfusion was then arranged for Monday 25th April (2 units and there for 8.5 hours), however prior to that I had to have a cross match blood test carried out. This was carried out on 23rd. Both missions carried out successfully.
I am then thinking my chemo can now commence but NO. My consultant has now said I need an MRI first. A letter arrived confirming date but again it was unacceptable as it was Bank Holiday Monday just gone and we were travelling back and unless I was in a Delorean (Back to the Future car) there was no way I could have made the time. One more call to hospital to explain and was informed another appointment will be arranged. So far I have heard nothing. After the MRI I will still need another blood test to check if able to proceed to the golden prize.
Had a brilliant time away though and the bonus was I was able to drink on my birthday as on chemo its total abstinence. Sorry if I have bored you with my story, just remember it’s only every blue moon you have to contend with reading it.

