Plan B. radium plus dexamethasone

And my story goes on, now PSA down to 3.74 with no enzo or anything else at ,east until March check -up sonalready have a year's respite with dexomethosone. As julie says things get bad and then a few weeks on they can improve. Uncertain paths but stick in there.

Plan B continues to go awry!

Bone pain increasing, sleepless nights and numb legs so on Saturday we rang various people who rang various people who got the message confused and, 7 hours after the original phone call, upgraded us to a blue-light emergency. Cue excited neighbours, irritated ambulance drivers and, eventually, a morphine prescription which did the trick as far as the bone pain was concerned but it seems to have taken my OH's brain away and left a small damp ball of cotton wool in its place.

Bit better Sunday - up to two small damp balls (I've just realised that I'm heading for oooo-er-Matron / Carry on up the Prostate territory here so will stop that metaphor immediately!) and bone pain more manageable.

Follow up calls from lovely hospice nurse and from the cancer hospital and then from the onco today wanting my OH to go in overnight and have another MRI scan tomorrow. Unsurprisingly he declined the offer so he's been told to up the Dexamethasone dose from 0.5 to 4mg immediately, and take another 4mg tomorrow morning. Then off for the scan in the afternoon.

And even more excitement from my brother (who has Amyloidosis Myeloma and a host of complications) who collapsed yesterday and ended up in a chair in A&E most of the night. Back home now and ok. I've passed the remains of the gin bottle on to my sister-in-law.

Oh to be bored witless, sitting around in a fog of tedium with nothing to do except watch the rain and pluck stray nostril hair.

OMG Eleanor, plucking stray nostril hair, that is so 19th century!

What you need is a personal trimmer. Mrs_C has one and uses it to remove the hairy bits from my ears, trim my eyebrows but only after she's ripped out the grey ones with tweezers (she's got some 19C in her) and then tackles my nasal hair.

Now the first two of these treatments I can tolerate but then she gets a strange look in her eyes. Mrs_C can be quite scary. I've noticed that when she gets to my nasal hair she starts to give a passable resemblance to Laurence Olivier in Marathon Man. Come to think of it I've never seen Mrs_C and Laurence Olivier in the same room, could they be one and the same? Anyway, Mrs_C seems to think my nasal hair is rooted some two inches up my nostrils and proceeds to attack the source of the problem with a vengeance. I get worried that she's going to perform a sinus widening operation without the use of anesthetic and shrink back in my chair. Mrs_C growls "come here you, sit still, it won't hurt". At least, so far, she hasn't said "Is it Safe?".

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Strikes me you need the occasional reign of terror to keep you in check! And it's probably better than her having a passing resemblance to John Hurt in Elephant Man.

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Too late! I am already using her as a role model. If I can work out how to customise my profile picture I'll post a shot of my hairy legs - grown in her honour.

But seriously, you lot are looking after me beautifully Lyn...makes such a massive difference.

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As Tony the Tiger says:

Greaaaat!