Day 116 - Nineth Chemo, wound care lady

 08:00
 We are up early, and just had a super healthy breakfast. Fried tomato, fried egg, steamed fish and steamed broccoli.
It is a beautiful morning. It is almost like there is no angiosarcoma in the world.
 But the reality is, I am going for chemo in a few hours. So the chemo gods will take the next few days of my life.

I am hoping the wound care lady will teach wrapping today.
When I crutch a lot, my heartbeat goes up, and the stump hangs. It then fills with blood, because there is no vein action in the muscles to pump the blood out of the stump. The swelling seems to be a major cause of phantom pain.
I think maybe the swelling puts pressure on the nerves that have been cut short, and used to go to the foot and lower leg.

The politicians in South Africa are now talking about how the white man is more likely to pay for medical aid for his pet, than for his maid or gardener. They interviewed 4000 middle class families, and found that to be very true.
The most common response from the bread winner of the house hold was that pets are part of the family, and domestic workers are temporary employees.

Oh oh...Maddie wants me to "mush".
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16:00
Just back from chemo, and wound lady, and lunch at the dance studio.
Maddie is busy sorting suit cases to take to George.

Chemo was normal. We both chatted to other people. It is interesting to hear other cancer stories from people. We then chatted to the oncologist.  A very nice Indian lady. She explained the need for a longer chemo treatment. They are pleased with the way chemo reduced the tumors in the leg, and they want to hammer the ones that may have escaped into my body.

We then went to the wound care lady. She was very happy with the stump wound. She spent a long time cleaning it up and removing LOTS of dead skin and scabs. She said that I should never remove a scab. They must all fall off on their own.

 

 

Note: I am NOT holding a pumpkin (or a football)

Another Note: It has been as severely abused as any body part can be, so it is NOT smiling. I know it looks like it is smiling, but it is NOT.

The doctor came by and also looked. He said it looks good, and to no longer bandage it, just let it open to the air. He also said to shower with it open, and wash gentle with soapy water. 

The Wound Care Lady said that when I see her next on Dec 15th, we should be able to pass me off to the prosthesis guys for coning to start. 

The Doctor said that the coning should be done by early January, and I should be on a prosthesis before I am off chemo the end of February. That would be great. :-)

Then when I finish with chemo, and am on a prosthesis, Maddie and I will have to start serious planning for a trip stateside.

On the way home, I showed Maddie a cute little cafe I found. It is almost half way to the big mall, so I used to walk past it many times, and would often stop in for coffee. It is a dance studio. We sat, ate lunch, and watched the people learn to dance. One lady student today seemed to have two left feet. 

But I guess I shouldn't say any thing, because I have NO left feet.

Once again we are up way to late.

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