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Hamada continues  quite well with the Velcade infusions twice weekly, plus 20 mg of dexamethasone x 4 times weekly,and also the aciclovir for 21 days, this information is really for anyone following the medications Hamada is receiving and I know there are a few.

Hamada is having no other worrying signs other than a chest cold which is without temperature but still a bit concerning as it is taking a good time to leave him. I shall mention it tomorrow when we return for the blood tests and the further Velcade, ( if it is permitted and  the bloods are good enough). Hamada received radiated platelets last Friday, some may wonder why radiated, well that is because he has had a Stem Cell Transplant and  any blood products received must be pure.  The blood comes to Lincoln from the Sheffield Blood Bank and we are continuingly grateful for this wonderfully good care.

It has been a long difficult week with the journey back and forth to Lincoln and the interminable waits between the blood taken, results going to the Oncology Unit and then if alls well, the Velcade given, a wait of three and half hours.  So very tiring for Hamada and also for me to a much lesser degree. Still we fight on, with the hope that all will be worth it and this drug one Hamada has never used before, will reduce the Para-protein and thus give Hamada a good break from chemotherapy once more.

There was a discussion on the List- Serv Acor this week about using the term ‘beast’ for the illness of Multiple Myeloma.I think my poem The Fight Without Choice shown below,  tells how I feel. For although the word may be sad to hear for MM sufferers, to me and I suspect for many Caregivers who are also badly affected, it is indeed a beastly intruder. I have received so many praising emails this week regarding this poem,  some  I have shown in the comment section here.

Be well dear Sufferers and your Carers, for it is our friendship and our continuing courage that will see off this Beast.

The Fight Without Choice,

 

It was never a choice was it?
it sneaked in and through
along and round,
this nasty wicked beast that coursed
along the channels of our lives.
It tangled and tried to spoil,
bent, broke, quietened and flawed,
it tried to rob, steal if you may
inflict, damage and take away.
It encumbered hampered, distressed and sapped,
this dark encroacher that went to far.

Still it did not spoil or mar
love twixt us two,
this fight,
without choice.

 

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