Not Long To Go !

Well, after having his prostate chopped out, his pelvic innerds fried and his testosterone blasted, Ady finally finishes the Casodex in a couple of weeks on 1^st August.

Thank God for that cos all we hear about these days are his sore man boobs and his excuse for everything he does wrong is “Well it’s my hormones!”

In fact, the other day, I came in from looking after my elderly man in the evening and the girls were upstairs doing their homework or so they say, so I shouted “Hellooooo, anyone hooome”. Silence....so I shouted again.

I’m not sure what homework involves using headphones full of music in your ears, but hey, what do I know!!

Then I heard some sort of grunting sound from the sitting room. The sort of grunting sound only men make when they have been woken up, then a “Hello”

So I said back “Everything OK?”

He replied “Hello....hello.....oh bugger”

I thought to myself, ‘That’s it, Ady has lost the plot, finally...the end is coming’

I went into the sitting room to find that Ady had fallen asleep on the phone mid conversation to his brother. According to Dick (his brother) he was busy chatting away and realised that Ady wasn’t replying, and then heard snoring...he tried shouting at him down the phone but ended up hanging up. ‘Must have been a riveting conversation then’, I chuckled to myself.

Ady blames it on his hormones, and Dick believes him. I’m not getting involved!

Oooh, I must tell you a bit more about my choir I joined. I did tell you a bit about it a few blogs back, so I will try not to bore you too much, but....I was asked to do a flash choir a town or two away. Oh Em Gee, it was SUCH fun!!

We had secret meetings for a few weeks on Tuesdays to practice our songs, which was A Stevie Wonder number ‘I just called to say I love you’ and that Jar of Hearts song by whatshername.

Then, on the Saturday, we went off to Waitrose. There were about 30 of us altogether. The manager was in on it by the way and we dotted ourselves around the shop.

I hung around the fruit and veg with my friends Gill and Maria who are both as mad as hatters.

Our cue was an announcement on the tannoy for a Mr Wonder to come to customer services and then we started with Stevies number, walking through the shops singing to as many men as we could and ended with the Jar of Hearts one by the cafe.

Ady and the girls refused to come and watch cos they said it would be too embarrassing, cheeky buggers.

It is something I will remember for a long time and just brilliant fun!

We are setting up a travelling flash choir, so be careful people, I could be singing in a shop near you !!!

Now, another thing I must tell you about, is my allotment!

Oh my goodness, this is another thing that’s SUCH fun. I am growing SO many things!!

We have been eating lots of new potatoes and salad. My cucumbers are the biggest I have ever seen, and my tomatoes are coming along nicely.

I have managed to grow lots of strawberries and raspberries too. In fact the other day for pudding, we had chewy in the middle meringues that I made with Daisy and Matilda’s eggs, with raspberries and strawberries from the allotment and cream.....from one stop up the road.

As Steph is allergic to apples, pears, plums and cherries, I thought I would grow her some nice peppers. She loves peppers!

I was really chuffed with myself as I watched them grow in their growbags in my greenhouse. Especially as I grew them from seed.

I thought to myself ‘bloody hell, I’m getting really good at this allotment lark!’

In fact, I was so chuffed with all my watering, weeding and growings, especially my peppers, that I made Ady come down to look.

As I was wandering around, generally surveying all my growings, I heard Ady say “What the bloody hell have you got cabbages growing in here for?”

“What are you talking about” I said “ My cabbages are over there, next to my broccoli”

“No” he said “I mean these cabbages here in the greenhouse”

“Oh dont be stupid, they are peppers” I said “I’m growing them for Steph”

“In all my years of gardening, woman, I have never seen a pepper plant look like a cabbage!”

“Well” I said, “It said peppers on the packet, so they are peppers”

“You should have gone to spec savers then” and promptly threw my cabbages out of the greenhouse!! Can you bloody believe it!! Four of them!!

The poor things, that were doing so well, are now outside and Ady went off the next day to buy me some pepper plants.

“These are what peppers look like” He said. I spose the leaves are a bit smaller, and the more the cabbages grow, the more cabbagy they look, but I’m not telling Ady !

I didn’t realise that cucumbers grow quite so many cucumbers on each plant. I thought they only grew one or two per plant, so I bought five plants. Christ, I am awash with cucumbers!!

And what with my six tomato plants, it’s a bit of a squeeze in my greenhouse. Then I decided to buy a melon plant for £2.99 in Lidl. Bloody hell, I didn’t realise that that grows all over the place with hooky twine things and everything. Blimey, if each flower make a melon, we will all end up with the chronic shits after a week !

Never mind, my peas are in the freezer all ready for Christmas J

Ebay, Casodex and The Post Office

The other week, I met up with some forum/facebook  friends for lunch. We all drove an hour and a half and met in the middle, which made it Cambridge I think...anyway, they all complained to me that I haven’t been updating my blog and how rude am I.

They complained that they have had to wade through the misery with me and they have sat on the edge of their seats waiting for each update and now everything has come to a comer/stop, I haven’t bothered updating.

I did feel momentarily bad about that and didn’t realise people were still wanting to know what is going on, even if it isn’t about hospital appointments and stuff.

I clicked on my blog, and realised that loads of people are still clicking on it to have a read, which I have to say, I am quite surprised about really, cos I think I am quite boring, wittering on about me myself and I and a little bit about Ady and the girls!

So, if you are interested, then keep reading and if you aren’t, then what the bloody hell are you doing reading this anyway!

Now then, let me rewind my brain back to the last time I updated.......OK, I must sort some pictures of Daisy and Matilda. They are very good girls and lay us an egg each every day!

As you probably know, Ady likes his model trains and he has got a whole thing going on in the loft. Every September, he goes off with his train chums to Milton Keynes, I think it is, on a big exhibition thing where they can buy the latest in choo choos.

Ady usually takes a load of money he gets for his birthday with him to have a spend up, and the last two years, he has said that it would probably be the last time he would be able to go cos he keeps getting diagnosed with cancer around that time.

Anyway, this year, so far, touch wood, he is cancerless and he is looking forward to going. We agreed that we dont have the money this year, so he agreed that he would sell some of his old stock and get the money that way.

He gathered up what he wanted to sell and rang a man in a train shop who offered to give him £130 for his trains. Ady was happy with that and sent them off.

A week or so later, Ady’s cousin rang and said that he could see Ady’s trains for sale on Ebay, going for two or three times the price he got for them.

Ady had a whole load more that he wanted to sell and I said that I would try and suss how you go about selling them on Ebay ourselves.

Blimey, it’s a whole new world out there!!

I am having great fun, taking photos of his trains and putting it all on Ebay and watching people bid on them and then wrapping them into Christmas presents to send off. Ady is very happy cos he is making so much more money...he is practically clearing the loft out!

And his cousin and his friend are now getting me to sell their stuff for them too.

I have been sending things first class recorded, like you do and I had been merrily going to the post office myself and doing it, but then I decided that Ady could do the post office trips.

The post was costing £3.65 to send, so I was charging £4.00 to include the envelope and bubble wrap.

So off Ady went (still on his casodex and a muddled mind like a sieve) to the post office with his parcels.

“Blimey” He said “That was expensive to post, it cost £6.85”

“What do you mean £6.85, it should have been £3.65.....did you sent it special delivery?”

“No” he said “I sent it registered, like you told me to”

“No” I said back “I said to send it RECORDED...no wonder it has cost so much!”

So the next week, I sent him again and told him to make sure he sends is recorded and not registered.

He also had to get some bread and milk this time.....He rang me from the village and checked that it was to be sent recorded and not registered, and I agreed.

He came back home with the bread and milk and said “Thats still bloody expensive you know Em, it was still £6.85”

I said “Well what did you ask for?”..He said “Registered, like you said”

I shan’t repeat what I said back to him on here, needless to say that he has been sacked from his post office duties.

Tablets and Blood Tests.

I had written a list somewhere, of all the things that have happened lately and what needs blogging about, but would you believe, I’ve gone and lost the blooming thing. So now I am going to have a sit and think about what I wrote on that list.....hang on......In fact, I know why I have lost it, it’s because Charlotte wanted  some CDs and I told her that she couldn’t until she learned about being tidy...for at least a week.

I went out and came back to find she had tidied my bloody desk !!! Now I have lost everything including my list!

Now I want to tell you about the rheumatologist and white blood cells, and about Ady’s hair and my choir..hmm, I had written other things down, but I can’t remember them for the moment. I’m sure that once I get going, they will come to me.

I will start with rheumatology.

We went to see Ady’s nice consultant to talk about starting back on the Methotrexate. I think I have told you this before, but never mind, a recap is never a bad thing  eh !

Anyway, he said to start back on the Methotrexate, doing 10mg for a couple of weeks and build up to his usual 22.5mg. He wanted bloods taken every 2 weeks for 6 weeks and then monthly after that.

He took a blood test while we were there and his white cells came back at something like 3.5, which by all accounts, is getting quite low.

The rheumy nurse and I agreed that it is probably to do with the radiotherapy and it should sort itself out. Well a couple of weeks later, he had another test done and his white cells were still dropping...they were about 3.2, so the rheumy nurse spoke to the consultant and he said to stop all of his arthritis drugs and see what happens to the white cells and then he will make a plan.

So, Ady has come off his Sulphasalazine and methotrexate and his white cells have come up to 4.8, which I assume is a good thing, even though he now has a stinking cold. He is not sure if his bones ache cos he has man flu or if it is because he is off the drugs.

I must ring the rheumy nurse on Monday and speak to her.

Last year, I was asked by my friend Gill, if I wanted to join a choir, but to be honest, that was the last thing I had on my mind at the time, but now things have settled down a bit, I thought I would go along and see what it was all about. Well blimey, what fun it is, I love it!

I go along once a week for a couple of hours, forget the world and its woes and have a good old sing song. And before you start sniggering, our choir leader says I have a lovely voice..so there!

It also happens, which is VERY handy, that our choir leader was a GP and she says I can ask her any questions I like and she will be very happy to answer them. She is also a right old laugh.

We had a good chat about white cells and she said not to worry until they get to about 1, so I am not worrying and Ady is just going with the flow.

As I think you know, Ady is taking Casodex 150mg for six months to try and stop any possible lurking cancer cells feeding off his testosterone and multiplying. Well, there was me thinking yay, he will be multitasking and asking for directions before the week is out, when all that has happened is that he has started growing some bum fluff on the top of his head. He is absolutely delighted! I think he looks a pratt, but he doesn’t care.He says he wants to enjoy his hair while he has it.

In fact, it has made all of his hair go a bit bum fluffy and fly away and now he has started complaining about bad hair days....for goodness sake!

The other thing the casodex has done, is zapped all of his energy. He is knackered all day. (Ady says, just like a woman.....knackered all day and can’t do feck all). So then he has this whole guilt thing going on in his brain all day about whether he is just being lazy and should fight it and try and go to work, or whether he should go with the flow and sleep it off when he is tired.

He doesn’t just doze when he sleeps, he is completely out for the count and I have to give him a jolly good shaking to wake him up.

He drives me around the twist sometimes, with his guilt trips. There he is, trying to complete his treatment for cancer, the second cancer, off all his arthritis medication cos his white cells are up the shoot, so that needs sorting, plus all the other things that are wrong with him and the silly sod thinks he should be going out for the day digging over someone’s bloody rose bed!!

Thank the Lord that we went to see his oncologist the other day who told him not to fight the tiredness and to sleep his way through it. Work can wait.

Well because someone in authority has ‘given him permission’ to sleep, he is quite happy with that arrangement and so hopefully the guilt conversations will stop!

The Oncologist also said that she is very pleased that his PSA has remained at zero and because of that, she is discharging him from her care, back into the care of Mr D our urologist.

She said that she hopes, in the nicest possible way that she doesn’t see him again. I didn’t like to ask what she thought the chances of that happening were and from what I have learnt about prostate cancer, is that it has no rules and it takes no set path of destruction.

Prostate cancer has a complete mind of its own and is totally unpredictable.

I really really hope, in the nicest possible way of course, that we don’t see her again, but I have a nagging gut feeling from his ‘high risk’ stats, that we just might do.

For the moment, we are going to get used to the ‘new normal’ we have found. The one where all the cancers have been packed away in a box, get the casodex finished in August and then tightly cross our fingers that the PSA doesn’t rise next year, or the year after, or even the year after that...we will get used to it...you have to!

Someone said to me the other day “It’s not the lion you are watching that will get you, it’s the snake creeping up your leg that you didn’t see”

Blimey, that made me think a bit!

Daisy and Matilda.

Ady was really really miserable about losing Bluebell and Pepper and I have to say, our house was very quiet without them.

Ady told me that he would cheer up a lot of he could have some more chickens. His little girls had kept his spirits up all through his bowel cancer and were helping him through his prostate cancer, so we agreed that he could have some more.

He found a place nearby that was selling some, and we were able to go the next day to collect them.

Well, Ady cheered up in an instant and off he went outside to the run to do a few more ‘Tom and Jerry’ efforts on it, just to make quite sure that My fox couldn’t get in.

I had to tell him at one point that if he carries on with the hammer and nails, then none of us will be able to get in!

The girls noticed Ady’s new upbeat mood and suggested that they would be equally happy if they could have a dog...a nice rescue one. I thought that would be a nice idea and had visions of us all going on nice walks as a family like they do on adverts, so me and the girls looked some up on the internet.

We printed off a picture of one we liked and showed it to Ady. Well, he can’t keep a happy mood for long that one, and told us in no uncertain terms that if we got a dog then he wouldn’t have the new chickens and he would get rid of the cats, oh, and the hamsters would have to go to, and we would have to walk it cos there is no way that he is swinging warm dog shit around in a bag. He wasn’t happy at all as it happens.

So Ady won the battle and we picked up Daisy and Matilda the next day. Ady has put himself a chair in the run with them and sits there just watching them and doing his thing..whatever that is..

Our new girls are very cute and friendly and they lay us two eggs every day. Good girls!

I will do a picture of them when I take one!

A Day Out.

I was told that Julia’s funeral was going to be a simple affair, which was quite a relief actually because Ady and I weren’t sure if we should let the girls come with us.

Charlotte said she didn’t mind not going and Steph stamped her foot a few times saying that it’s not fair cos we never let her go to funerals, so we decided that they could come.

This would be their first funeral, and a nice one to go to for the first time. Not too solemn and dark if you know what I mean.

So, I got my sat nav and blu tac all ready, and just to make sure, I printed off the directions from the AA route finder, bought us some journey sweets, phoned the girls school to get them the day off, made sure Ady had his piss bag things ready and a spare set of clothes, and off we went on our day trip out (we don’t go out often).

I was really chuffed, cos I had managed to get us there without getting lost !

The funeral itself was really nice and certainly good for the girls first one.

Ady told them that it would good practice for his.

 They played Status Quo as we walked in and when we left, because she was a Kylie Monogue fan, so Ady’s just shouted from the kitchen, sily arse.

I’m getting Charlotte to type this for me while I dictate to her, thinking it will be easier but i’ve got Ady shouting additions to this blog which is really off putting.

I brought my finest singing voice with me (which reminds me, I must talk about my choir at some point!) Ady, again has shouted “your choir’s got nothing to do with my cancer! Why the bloody hell do people want to know about that? It’s all me, me, me and me.” Charlotte and I have just told him that we are bored of his cancer now...that’s old news...

Any way, we sang All Things Bright And Beautiful, which I have to say, is an octave too high for me. So luckily we sang Jerusalem which is much more with in my vocal range!

At the end of the service, we were given a piece of paper with directions to go to a pub for cucumber sandwiches and a cup of tea. Ady’s brother Dave had come to the funeral too, and had got himself wedged in a car parking space where the only way to get out was to drive over somebody’s grave. So he had to wait until someone else moved their car so he could follow us to the pub.

Now the problem with me, is that I always think that I know where I’m going, when actually I haven’t got a clue. We were going to wait and follow someone who actually knew where they were going but Dave had got out of his space and was waiting behind us so I decided to just go and find the pub. It couldn’t have been that difficult?

Ady was reading the directions and frankly he’s crap at doing that and sent me the wrong way. The next minute we found ourselves in some bloody one way system in the middle of poxy Cheltenham. What a bloody place that is!

Normally, you would expect a one way system to go around in a sort of circle..not this one, it seemed to snake everywhere and all the signs are upon you before you have time to get in the correct lane (assuming you know where you are going in the first place).

So I had the girls in the back moaning “Muuuum, do you know the way? How far it is to the pub?” and Ady sitting next to me saying, well shouting actually “If you had listened to me and turned at the roundabout when I said, we wouldn’t be in this fecking one way system woman....you want the left hand lane...THE LEFT HAND ONE!!” and of course Dave was following merrily behind us.

Tony (Julia’s dad) then rang to ask us if we had gone home to which Ady replied that we were going round and round in circles on some bloody one way system in the middle of Cheltenham. Good old Tony talked us all the way out of the one way system and to the pub.

I tell you, nothing we ever do can go without a hitch !!

Ady coped very well throughout the day and the cucumber sandwiches bit was filled with laughter and jokes..just the way Julia would have wanted it.

So there we have it...I won’t be rushing off to Cheltenham again in a hurry cos it’s full of roads that go in the wrong direction that you want to go, and one way systems!

Bluebell and Pepper.

If you have been reading this blog all the way through, then you will know that we got Ady some chickens after he had his colon cancer.
He has always wanted chicken at home . He always had chickens at his parents before, many moons ago.
We went off and bought Ingo, Snowy, Bluebell and Pepper.
Ingo decided that she was going to be a right bossy old boot and also be very broody, so we sent her off to our friends to be as broody as she liked, and they wanted some chicks, so that was good.
Snowy was quite a poorly chicken and so she died last year, bless her and that left us with Bluebell and Pepper.
Cyril, our black cat, would spend all day sitting in the garden with them, just watching and keeping guard. He would never let any other cat who came to visit, anywhere near them! They were his girls.

Ady would spend loads of time fiddling about with them and pinching food out of my cupboards for them cos they had eaten my entire garden up. They always knew when Ady was about and would follow him to the bottom of the garden when he went to turn the fish bubbles on, hoping for a few meal worms and fish flakes.
Ady would spend a lot of time, just sitting outside with them and enjoying them.

Bluebell and Pepper were very much part of the family. We even made an area on my allotment so they could come for a day trip in the cat basket when I was going down there.
Even the neighbours enjoyed hearing them chatter away while they were sitting in their gardens.

Last Monday, Ady went out with his friend for the day and said that he would be back late which meant I was on fish and chicken duty.
That evening, they went off to bed, so I nipped out and turned off the fish and fed them, checked the chickens were tucked up in bed, said “Goodnight girls” and thought no more of it.

Steph was first up the next morning. Whoever is first up, always lets the chickens out and gives them their corn. They then stay in their run until Ady gets up later to let them into the garden.
They have been such brilliant therapy for him.
Steph came running upstairs all panicked saying “Mum, mum, the chickens have gone...dad, dad!!”
Well, my immediate thought was that I hadn’t shut them in properly and they had wandered off so I thought “Bugger, shit and bollocks, now I’m in really big trouble”

Our poor poor girls, Mr Fox had been to visit in the night and eaten them. All he left was feathers and blood. Poor girls. Poor Ady. He is absolutely gutted....really gutted.

The girls had a house with the nesting box jutting out. It had removable floors so you could clean it properly and that bloody fox had pushed the floor up where they were sleeping, they must have fallen out, and he killed them..bastard.

At the moment, Ady is feeling very low. Those girls meant the world to him and now every time he goes into the garden, his two girls are not there anymore, following him around singing their little songs.

I have told Ady that if he continues to feel so low, then I am taking him to the doctors. Ady told his friends up the garage what I had said, and they replied “Why, has he got some chickens then?”
Anyway, his friends at the garage happen to know of a woman who has some Bantams or Silkies, I forget which, which are in an incubator at the moment and he can have some when they are ready, so that has cheered Ady up a bit.
I went to pick Steph up from a friend’s house that evening and we were talking about it and how the fox had got in.
She suggested that we put some catches on the inside that you have to slide around to take the flooring off, from the inside. “What a good idea” I said, and went home to tell Ady.

Well, I got home to find Ady in the garden with lots of bits of wood, hammer, nails and a tube of no nails.
The chicken house looked more like a scene for Tom and Jerry!
He had stuck the flooring with no nails and hammered it all down with nails too, and put bits of wood around to stop the fox from getting anywhere near. “That’ll stop the little bastard” he said.
The remaining feathers and blood have been cleaned away and the run has been cleaned out , ready for some more chickens.
Ady is absolutely lost without them and says randomly throughout the day “ I’m bloody gutted I am...just gutted”

Rest In Peace Bluebell and Pepper, and I hope your death wasn’t too awful, you poor girls. Find Julia, she will look after you both.

Interviews and Tablets.

I was driving along in my car the other week, taking my little primary school netball team to their tournament as it happens, when my mobile rang. I pulled over and the conversation went something like this...
“Hello, this is Brenda from the department of work and pensions. Am I speaking to Mrs *****?”
Me: “Yes, how can I help?”
Brenda: “We need you to come for a work focused interview to see how we can help you get into paid employment as you are on income based ESA. Are you still a registered childminder?”
Me: “No, I have never looked after children, apart from my own cos I am their mother. I have never been a childminder”
Brenda: “Oh, it is written here that you are a childminder”
Me:”No, I do care in the community and I am a lunchtime supervisor at a primary school”
Brenda”Oh, I dont know how this has happened...when would be convenient for you to come for an interview so we can get you into work?”
Me: “Well, perhaps you can send me an appointment for your work focused interview and I will see if I can take the time off work to attend”
Brenda “ Oh, are you working then?”
Me: “Yes, and I send you my set of accounts every six months to show my income and expenditure. Could we have this conversation another time as I am a bit busy at the moment?”
Brenda “Dont worry, I will send you an appointment”

I drove off thinking to myself “Did that phone call actually happen or have I finally gone completely mad?”
Well, I hadn’t gone mad cos an appointment came through the post for May. What a waste of bleeding time!!, but I will attend, with my sets of accounts to show them that I do actually work, even if it is for peanuts.
The work I do, fits around my day  and gives me time to look after the girls and Ady. If they think I can fit anymore work in, then they can whistle!

I told Ady about the call. I should have kept quiet because he went into an immediate panic about him having to go back to work and the pressure this whole thing is putting us under. I told him not to worry cos I am dealing with it and if I get any shit, then I am phoning Iain Duncan Smiths place. God, bloody people, why cant they get their flipping act together and leave us alone!

Poor Ady has been knocked for six a bit lately, with the death of Julia and the phone call from the DWP.
When he finds things tough going, he sleeps a lot more than usual. Bless him, he is knackered enough with his hormone therapy and up all night weeing, without stress making him sleep too!

The other Saturday, he sat down with Steph to watch You’ve Been Framed. By the time Steph had got the telly on and the correct channel, Ady had fallen asleep. He woke up a bit later and said “That’s not You’ve Been Framed”
“No dad” Steph said, “It’s the adverts”
She found that hysterical and Ady went back to sleep.

Ady’s poo and wee issues seem to be calming down a lot now,and he had a phonecall from the radiographers to see how he was doing. They are very pleased with him.
We snuck in a PSA test the other week while he was having other bloods done and that is still at zero. Its nice to know we are on the right track. Christ, if his PSA is rising at this early stage while he is on hormones, then we are rather buggered so it’s nice to know that we are not.
We are seeing the oncologist in May to check everything is OK and she wants a PSA test too. Then, I assume after that, we do the odd PSA test here and there and if it starts rising, then we go back to the oncologist for more treatment. We will see, but I assume that will be the plan...?

Ady asked me to cut his hair for him the other day, so I got the clippers out and thought to myself, “If I do it on a number one blade thingy, then I will have to cut his hair more often” So I was very naughty and didn’t say anything, but clipped the lot off with no guard. It looked MUCH better, but of course, Ady was not too happy, naturally, but he is very chuffed that his hormone tablets have started making the hair on top of his head grow again!
So, he has got a bald square by his winkie, where they blasted him with radiotherapy and his bald head has hair growing!

At the beginning of April, we had to go and see the rheumatologist to talk about going back on the Methotrexate for his arthritis. A couple of days before, our rheumy nurse Lisa rang (she is lovely) to say that his bloods had flagged up to say his white cells were on the cusp of being too low.
We agreed that it was probably the radiotherapy that had caused it and what a good job we were seeing Mr Rheumy guy in a few days.
Mr Rheumy guy took some more bloods to make sure the white cells weren’t going any lower and if they weren’t, then Ady is to start back on the Methotrexate and 10mg for the first two weeks, remembering his folic acid two days before and two days after, and then move up to 22.5mg.
He is also to have blood tests every two weeks for six weeks and then monthly after that.
Phew, I am glad I have written this down, so if I confuse myself, then I will check what I have said on here!
I asked about the Methotrexate mixing with the Casodex and Tamoxifen and he wasn’t sure of the answer and told me to check with a pharmacist. I did that and have been told that although both are pretty toxic on the liver, it should be OK with plenty of blood tests.
His white cells haven’t gone down any further, so he has taken his first tablet today. I will be the wife from hell and ring to check the results every two weeks, just to make sure nothing is missed.
You’ve got to be proactive with these things ya know!!