Update:
Oh managed to get dressed today, first time in 2 weeks. He also managed a short walk down the road to my mum's for a bit of lunch. Last night we had a very nice bit of sirloin. I can't remember the last time we ate steak, it's been years. It was bloody lush.
He only ate half last night so he finished off the cold bit this morning, after a bowl of porridge.
But that was it for the day, he lost his appetite after that and didn't fancy anything later.
Oncology appointment :
A mixed bag, oh had questions such as, "why did it take so bloody long to do something about the urinary retention and haematuria?" and "do I have to stay on restricted fluids forever?"
Mine were "can you see whether the Abiraterone is having a positive effect underneath the current symptoms? "
"What do you think is causing the sodium loss and can it be treated or prevented?"
Onco asked oh what had been going on the last few weeks, oh's reply was "I'm not really sure, it's difficult to remember. "
Negatives: onco mentioned SIADH and Small Cell Carcinoma as likely reason for sodium loss and why oh hasn't responded well to the conventional treatments. He thinks oh has probably got a mixture. We'll know when the histology is back in a couple of weeks from the turp.
Positives: OH has a prescription for sodium supplement and a bumper pack of dexamethazone for a little jump start. Hopefully the steroids will make oh feel better and sodium means he can have a coffee whenever he wants.
Radiotherapy is also on offer if the haematuria continues.
Although oh's bloods were all over the place (oncos words), his bone profile showed an improvement. Based on this, if todays blood test shows a continued improvement (results are monday) then Abiraterone is to continue for another 4 week cycle. Oh doesn't have the dreadful bone ache in his hip and pelvis anymore, that is something to be thankful for.
I'm not surprised at the small cell, oh's cancer symptoms haven't followed a typical path for prostate cancer. In a weird way I am relieved that the onco has brought this up as it's a bizarre validation that I am not going crazy and I don't have Munchausen by proxy, I was right to think oh was poorlier than expected and knowing how relentless small cell cancers are (my dad had sc lung cancer) I can stop feeling I have failed in my duty to look after my husband. It's a vicious b****** of a disease and we never stood a chance.
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