Tough Old Chicky Award

Well that sucks. The divine Ms. M has just discovered she has another couple of tumours which were picked up during her 12 month ultrasound. Fuckity! They are local but inoperable--partly because of position and partly because of her age.

This is the bit that pisses me off; her surgeon, 12 months ago, told her not to bother with rads as 'We got the whole cancer' which was directly against the advice of her MDT meeting. We only found that out yesterday. She  had refused chemo which seems to have been translated as refusing further treatment. She's cross and I'm bloody ropable.

I went with her to meet the Rad Onc yesterday. I had to smile, and then laugh out loud.

'Do you get any exercise?'

'A bit.' she replies

'A bit' translates to 4 x 2 km swims a week. 2 X 30 km bike rides. A week. Then there was the 25 km bush walk on Saturday. At Falls Creek. In the snow.

'Do you drink?'

"A bit. A couple of glasses of wine or a brandy and a glass of red."

"A month?'

'No, every day.'

She is absolutely priceless. Now we have to figure out the logistics of traveling the 170km daily round trip for rads. 2 weeks on, 2 weeks off, 2 weeks on  then a 1 week booster session if she is coping OK. She will also be their first 90 year old patient to do the breath hold technique. She was a bit concerned at first as she misheard and thought she had to hold her breath for 10 minutes and was very relieved to find out it was only 10 seconds.

'Oh, I can do 20 meters underwater, that will be a doddle.'