The Frenzy

I am well known to be able to work myself into quite the frenzy prior to my clinic appointments. My version of a frenzy anyway, most the time such a frenzy is something to be stewed upon in silence; that way I can pretend it is not a big deal. There are many factors that can heighten or lower my worries, but regardless of whatever they may be, there is always a level of anxiety before any appointment with a Medically Trained Person. It’s guaranteed and I believe that is why I require so much sleep after such an appointment.

Yesterday, my pre clinic appointment anxiety was particularly high. It had been brewing since last Friday and it is for this reason that I opted to wear a black top yesterday morning instead of the cream one I actually wanted to wear. Nobody needs to see back sweat through a silk cream blouse. I do not believe that is what a Marks and Spencer’s intended

The reasons for my worry, were as follows:

😁 I had a MRI scan on Tuesday, that I did not request, but was arranged because the Medically Trained People wished to see my progress since my relapse. In my mind, it is part of a conspiracy.

😁 Regarding the MRI scan, I was told at my last clinic appointment 28 days ago that I needed to have the scan before my next appointment so we could discuss my progress. Progress means change, at least I think it does.

😁 At my last clinic appointment, I was also told that my paraprotein had to get to 10 or below before I could have the referral to discuss my transplant options. After that appointment, the transplant would likely take place two months later. At that time, I thought my paraprotein level was 15. As in, years away from 10 or below.

😁 Last Friday, I found out that instead of plateauing, and in spite of being on reduced chemotherapy in October, my paraprotein level had fallen to 12 as of 23 October.

😁 Finding the letter with these results on my return from a trip to the hospital, made the excursion to UCLH for a simple blood test almost worthwhile. As the blood test also included a paraprotein test, it meant that there would be an up to date paraprotein level when I visited they hospital six days later, something that does not usually happen…

😁… Thus there was a chance, or I let myself believe that there was a chance that, that very result could be below 10. There was a chance that I could get that referral and by default, I would get some tangible put it in my diary progress.

Like any old pro, I spent most of my week trying not to think about what would be said at the appointment, whether it be good or bad, which in reality meant that I thought of mostly nothing else… Good and bad.

Upon arrival at the hospital yesterday, The phlebotomist took five tubes of blood instead of three. The conspiracy continues. As I checked in on the fourth floor before my urine sample, I noticed that there was a certain Medically Trained Person doing the clinic who we shall call, The Bad News Deliverer. 😁

As I sat patiently and waited for 95 minutes for my appointment, it became apparent that there were only two doctors running the clinic and the only one I knew was The Bad News Deliverer.

In a nutshell, the presence of The Bad News Deliverer + a long waiting time x everything else = 😁😁😁😁😁

I hid it well. I genuinely did, for The Bad News Deliverer noted when I sat down for my appointment that it is easy to forget the impact of myeloma on my life when I always come in for my appointments smiling.*

So, having monopolised my thoughts for much of the week, and I dare say the thoughts of the immediate Jones Clan, I can now say that the clinic appointment was anticlimactic. It was anticlimactic because the Bad News Deliverer did not deliver bad news, nor did he deliver any glimpse to the end of this limbo. What I got instead was a very normal clinic appointment, well apart from the start of it where one could have easily thought I was referring to myself in the egotistical third person. I was actually quoting somebody else talking about me whilst I was in my presence. It may also have come across as egotistical.

Emma just needed time to realise that that the behaviour and and comments from some people in her life were not acceptable and she needed to learn how to manage them; Emma uses CBT, well, she has developed her own version of CBT; Emma puts on a brave face, it is easy to forget that she has bad days’

Anyway, so yes, regarding my treatment I had nothing new to mention to mention. That’s a lie actually, I’m experiencing slight ‘bladder issues’, but I forgot to mention them because I was nervous. My bloods were fine and my paraprotein has reduced to nine.

Nine is less than 10!

I asked about the referral as discussed previously and the Bad News Deliverer said that he was not sure about it, so he would speak to the necessary colleagues and get back to me. I understand that this response is not his fault, but it was not one that provided me with the clarity I wanted, nor the one I thought I would get when I was once again in single figures, and thus my frustration will continue for at least another month.

Using my own version of CBT however, I have spent my time since the appointment seeing the bright side in what was discussed. Obviously, the main positive is that my pp continues to go down and for my body, I do not consider reductions of three to be a plateau. History says five cycles in, it’s actually good for me. Secondly, the MRI scan showed that there had been improvements since my previous scan and there was evidence that the radiotherapy had worked. I still have evidence of the disease, but I could have told you that every time I bend down, rollover, stand up or move. Lastly, I am telling myself something that I have learnt the hard way, it could have been worse and I should therefore be happy with that.

Yesterday then, I entered Cycle 6. Cycle 6 includes the full drug regime of which I have become accustomed. It’s not Groundhog Day; it’s progress. Yes, it is most definitely progress. At least, that is what it has to be.

EJB x

P.S. I am very aware that this whole Bad News Deliverer thing is irrational, and evidently not true. The person in question is a very nice human. I am working on this.

* Not blowing my own trumpet or nothing, but this came up because news got back to The Bad News Deliverer that the talk a fortnight ago with the Macmillan staff was well received. I’m playing down what he said because, like I said, I’m not one to blow my own trumpet. 🎺

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