7 August 2014… hair today gone tomorrow

In the shower on Thursday when we were getting ready to go down for the next lot of treatment Bren’s hair started falling out, just like that!  It was like OK today’s the day, and every time he put his hands near his hair some of it fell out. Ironically he had a pretty good head of thick hair for a man in his forties, and had not a grey one in sight!

He had organised for his mate Dean to come out and buzz it off when the time came, Dean got the call and came out on Sunday to do the Job. They had worked together for many years and Dean had been trying to get the clippers to Bren’s hair for lots of those! So with plenty of jibes back and forth and lots of laughter the hair all came off… it was a bit of a momentous event for many reasons and Dean was the perfect man for the job. The kids were very much a part of the whole thing and didn’t feel at all sad about dad losing his hair, and for the most part neither did dad.

Chemo number two is now complete, and pretty much went off without a hitch this time; it went like this ….

7 August 2014

After a consult with his oncologist on the Thursday; Bren was feeling pretty good so we walked up to King Street, had lunch and then browsed some of the shops. We pretty much walked from one end of the street to the other, slowly with crutches, but it was a good indication that Brendan was going into his next round of Chemo, strong and ready!

The next morning we hit Day Therapy bright and early, and without too much of a wait were called in by nurse W, Bren’s treating nurse for the day. A youthful petite girl,  she seemed young to have the experience under her belt to do the job she did.

W is fluent in two languages, maybe more, but I heard her using two. While she was treating Brendan she was also translating for the patient next door. With her hair pulled back in a pony and wispy fly aways escaping all over the place, the diamante clip trying to hold her fringe out of her eyes was failing miserably. In a gentle way W was very matter a fact and left you with no doubt that she knew what she was doing. Everyone who had been on shift from the previous treatment all popped their heads in and said hello at some stage throughout the day.

The only little hiccup for the day was caused by me! After about 4 or 5 hours passed in the treatment room, I decided to give Bren a break from my company and went downstairs to take some photos of Lifehouse; the beautiful building where he is being treated. Some of our family had been curious about it as I had raved to anyone who would listen about how wonderful it is. So I promised to take some photo’s to show them.

I was click, click, clicking away when a rather large security guard approached me from behind and in quite a scary voice said “excuse me, who are you working for?” I turned around startled and told him that I wasn’t working for anyone, my husband was having treatment upstairs and I was taking some photos to show our family where his treatment was taking place.” He listened intently, apologised profusely and said “oh, oh, OK, no that’s fine, it’s just a few people had asked what was going on.” And so he left me in peace. It only occurred to me later that people just aren’t use to seeing anyone using a real camera anymore, it I had been using my phone camera no one would have noticed.

With that little piece of drama out of the way… oh and the story I wasn’t going to tell about me almost side swiping a poor guy in the lane next to me when we drove into the city: driving tip from the nervous driver…always, always check your blind spot. When it happened I said to Brendan, “crap!!! Whose fault was that?” He just looked at me with raised eyebrows and said “well it wasn’t his!”.

Anyway, all things considered including bad driving, this second treatment went well. Half way through, the magnesium did make Brendan feel ill again though, so they stopped it before it could cause a reaction.

After 8 hours, chemo number two was done and dusted.

Lifes good … hope is limitless

Cal xx

NB: this is an archived post written in 2014 transferred from a previous blogging format


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