Beating Cancer - Cailen

[Rev.FrankSmith]

Noted

[Rev.Cambeul]

Just had another lot of chemotherapy. This one left me totally fucked and with diarrhoea. Lucky I shit in a bag I can empty, eh? I haven't attempted to have the pills they give. Instead of four in the morning and evening, it'll be two; but four gave me bad diarrhoea with severe dehydration.

We'll just have to see if the diarrhoea is so bad that it dehydrates me this time. In the meantime I'll eat a lot of bread. It might soak up the shit, and it might not.

If I can't handle it, this is where the chemo ends. If I can, I have one more month. It's only prophylactic chemo anyway. There's no evidence of cancer. This is just-in-case.

[Rev.Cambeul]

Chemotherapy is over for me. The diarrhoea came on last night at 2am and my shitbag has been filling with fluid every half an hour since.

It's only prophylactic chemo anyway. There's no evidence of cancer. This is just-in-case. And I'll end up with extra colonoscopies instead over the years.

Next for me is to recover from the chemo and surgery, and have the shitbag reversed so I can be just like any other arsehole.

[Rev.Cambeul]

Chemotherapy is over for me. The diarrhoea came on last night at 2am and my shitbag has been filling with fluid every half an hour since.

It'll be at least another month or two before I recover from the chemo drugs they pumped into me. And all I did were two (instead of three) needles in the arm in hospital, and a total of eight days (instead of ninety days) of pills at home.

Imagine how bad it is for those that need chemo or are dumb enough to OBEY the profiteering quacks? They even tried to talk me into three to six months in hospital on permanent chemotherapy. And if that's not bad enough, they probably would have booted me from the same hospital for being a White Domestic Terrorist and sent me home to suffer the same shit - they did talk about this too - with daily visits from nurses and a phone nearby because they expect I'd need an ambulance to be hospitalised every now and again ... before being thrown out again as a terrorist.

Here's another just to lay it on thick: I can't even speak with my own doctor over the phone, because I have to drive or be driven the 20KM to my doctor for a face to face appointment before I can have another phone appointment. The problem is not about driving or being driven, it's that I cannot travel that far yet after the surgery. I can barely travel the 5KM to the hospital and local shops. And no local doctor will even let me walk in the door.

The healthcare system? What a load of sodding crap!

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[Rev.Cambeul]

It's the end of the month and I have my final chemo quack appointment at the hospital.

Well, to be fair, some doctors and nurses are good; some are outright quacks bluffing it with blatant arrogance.

It also may just be me. I've heard a doctor that sounded caring and professional while talking to a previous patient, only for a smiling Abo to walk out of the room with the smiling doctor, and then everything changes when the doctor realises I'm next. The arrogance comes out, the refusal to answer questions, refusal to treat, and the eventual Get Out demand. It's not that I'm that bad, it's that I don't fit their pre-conceived ideas of political correctness; and in the hospital, I now have a reputation with the moronic and Marxist types as a White Domestic Terrorist.

So, the final appointment with the chemotherapy section today. Next it's back to the surgeons for a final colonoscopy followed by the reversal of my stoma - the shit-bag stuck to my gut. And hopefully I get to crap for xmas.

I am still effected by the cold, and so cannot touch or drink water straight out of the cold tap, walk with bare feet on an uncarpeted floor, or touch the cold metal of gates at night, and I get bouts of vertigo every now and again. However, I am improving.

As well as the chemo side effects slowly subsiding, my old body shape is beginning to reassert itself with fat reducing around the chest and stomach, my shoulders are becoming prominent again. I'm back to exercising - although at a much reduced scale - and muscles are beginning to rebuild. And my weight loss seems to have halted at about 92KG; I was hoping for 88!

There's still a long way to go to full recovery, but I'll be better for it in the end.

Second on the agenda today - after visiting the quacks - is a home inspection with the idea of installing solar panels and a Tesla battery on my home. One benefit is, no more power blackouts. And perhaps it'll prevent the cops turning off my power during a raid?

@Cailen.