My Unplanned Sabbatical

A journey with follicular lymphoma

Archive for the month “May, 2012”

Same, same

Another cold and miserable day outside. I have spent the morning working in the study and looking at the rain falling into the pool. A little hypnotic.

I am really slotting into this home life routine as I greeted the washing machine repair man and spent time chatting with him as he repaired the machine. The Pelusi family had been asked to do one load for us as the machine died but the thought Adrian (or Sneza but that would not be likely)  doing our washing was a little to close for comfort. So an emergency call for help was made to Asko.

Anyway, its amazing the tips you can pick up for the efficient running of front loaders. I think there is a helpful hints book  for stunned not planned  stay at home dads (or mums) in me at end of this. So much to learn!

About to do some training. My friend and trainer is coming to visit tomorrow and will train me in the afternoon. I have reminded her that I am not the same person she was used to smashing before Christmas and to be kind. Time will tell how I handle that experience. I am strangely looking forward to it as I want to gauge how deconditioned I actually am.

I can always blame the chemo if I throw up!

A laid back day

Had a very lazy day today. Woke up late. Was visited today by a friend and her new baby, we chatted for a long time. I felt like a new mum arranging morning tea. Rather different for me but good.

It’s a cold miserable day and it was ok to be inside.

I will take Lily to cross country training tonight and then train a bit in the gym. Nothing to dramatic.

Slow week this week with nothing really planned.

For those reading in Australia my home has been taken over by the show “the Voice” not sure if this is happening elsewhere. Like master chief revisited. I am hiding in the study.

A system under pressure

The 1st of May today and four months of the new year have seemingly evaporated. Sometimes it seems like yesterday I was considering the news delivered by the good Dr (who has disappeared from the picture) and sometimes it feels like an eternity (well that may be a slight exaggeration). Reflected today that I and those close to me have been dealing with this for almost 6 months. Little wonder we feel drained by this thing sometimes.

I had my mid cycle tests today and met with the small team of individuals that are managing my care. We chatted and a new drug regime was considered and will be put in place for my next meeting with the black bag. What is clear to me is just how stretched and disconnected the health care system can be.

Underfunded and more often operating in silos it can be very difficult to engage with it and be cared by it. Well meaning, well trained professionals working in conditions that I believe are unacceptable. This is particularly true of those involved in research.

I find that my care is pretty much one dimenisional. I felt after todays appointment a little like a “data point ” and not a complete individual in need of care. As I am part of a clinical trial pre determined aspects of my response to the cocktail of drugs are collected, measured and evaluated with great precision. However, there is no overall care plan that I can see that consider’s a more complete aspect of care which includes my diet, importantly my mental state, my broader physical response to treatment etc. etc I believe when dealing with something like this you do need to put in place a broader apporach to patient care that can access the skills of a more diverse set of professionals on a needs basis that are also experienced.

It appears to be left up to the individual to assess and agitate for whatever they feel is needed or missing and the system is not easy to engage with. Far from easy.

Anyway thats my view of it.

I felt better today and Petra and I had the opportunity to attend the girls school and watch Siena present her “Passion Project” which she has worked very diligently at for the past couple of months. It was a bit of fun and Siena was great. She was beaming – such a sparkly kid! Her project was stage make up in keeping with the performer in her. We have all been models for her as she practiced.

In the end she selected Alessia as her final model.

I also started reading the Cadel Evans book and noted a couple pages in it was from Cliff and Suzanne. Mystery solved and a big thank you!

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