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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71638008491640373632020-08-11T05:41:13.650-07:00Little Dragon's Cancer BlogDracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-28040353484282705262017-01-11T07:14:00.000-08:002017-01-11T07:14:00.397-08:00Not so happy new yearWell I did say I was going to try and have Christmas and the New Year off from hospitals, poking and the like but as Edmund Blackadder once observed "The path of my life is strewn with cowpats from the Devil's own satanic herd!" and I never made it to the early January regular appointment.

The Ascites and the pain associated with it got worse... and worse. Managed to see the GP just before Christmas and he got me onto Oramorph, a liquid form of morphine which is stronger that the semi-synthetic opioids I've been taking and that just about got me through the Xmas bank holidays although my Christmas lunch was a tiny bit of turkey and stuffing, a roast potato and a very lonely pig in blanket. Big, jolly spirit of Christmas Present I most certainly was not. By the Wednesday thing were starting to get even worse, food was becoming almost impossible to eat as anything above a couple of mouthfuls was coming straight back up, unlike at the other end where nothing was coming out. The "Emergency Oncology Number" at the hospital was about as much use as a chocolate teapot; they seem fine when you're actively taking chemo but all they came up with after some faffing around was "you should go to A&E"

Now I'm of the old school where you go to Accident and Emergency when your leg has been torn off or your heart is trying to exit your ribcage with a vengeance. Sure this was bad but not an emergency so I just put up with it for another night.

Probably not that smart. In the morning put in a call to the GP

"Hi I'm one of Dr H's cancer patients can I have an appointment?"
"Can you be here in 40 minutes"
"Yep"

So much for the wait for 4 weeks for an appointment*

However Dr H is in a bit of a bind, it's obvious I need something doing to drain this fluid but he can't book me into anything as he can only send me to King's Lynn who don't know me from a hole in the ground and there's no clinical notes or from Cambridge. So he sends an urgent fax (yes fax, this is the ultra-modern NHS) to the oncologist and will call me back. In the meantime here's some slow release mophiene

Following morning I ring them, nope no reply yet and then around 4pm he calls me. "Not heard anything, can't contact anyone, looks like they've knocked off for New Years Eve weekend. Do you think you can cope?"

I catch a glimpse of myself in the reflection from the kitchen window, sunken face, staring eyes, dehydrated and grimacing in pain. I look like an extra from a George A Romero zombie movie.

Fig 12: "Draaaaains"

I'm a proud, maybe stubborn dragon but I need help.

"No"

"Leave it with me."

Two hours later I'm in the Medical Assessment Unit at the Queen Liz II, ripped to my wingtips on painkillers, IV fluids going in and booked in for a drain in the morning. I'll gloss over the next 48 hours as that's a blog post on its own but by the end of New Years Day I'm back in the lair and 5.5 litres of yellow peritoneal gunk lighter.

So a week later having had a rocky road back to something approaching vertical that appointment with Dr A comes around so off I go back to Addenbrookes.

And this is where I got the news that I'd kind of being expected and that I wanted to let everyone know about.

Basically, your winged friend is toast. The cancer has spread to far and I'm too unwell to receive any more treatment for it as it'll just be counterproductive. So although it seems to be the word they don't use any more my condition is now terminal.

Dr A was excellent throughout, just as he has been for the last three years. I really could not have wished for a better consultant throughout this whole drama and yet again he was up front and honest about timescales.

We are looking at weeks.

As long as I'm comfy as possible I can take that. And they are working very hard at comfy - more on that to follow.

* Although saying the magic C word doesn't half shift things along.Dracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-83719378351494921062016-12-19T05:00:00.003-08:002016-12-19T05:00:44.341-08:00The Problem With ExperimentsScience proceeds through experiment. You have an idea, sounds like a good one, the theory checks out but the only way you're going to be sure is to run a few tests and get some results. And sometimes the idea turns out to have been...

We have lift... oh.

Wrong

And so it appears to have been in the case of my new super wonder drug trial as after all the scans and pokeage results came back in the conversation went something like this.

"Well it hasn't had a very good response. In fact it's grown. It's now in your peritoneum, you've got ascites and we found a blood clot in your lungs."

"So nothing at all then?"

"No"

"Not even a mix up in the lab and you've accidentally injected me full of duck serum and I'm going to be able to call myself Captain Quack and fight crime with my amazing beak powers?"

"We can refer you to psychiatric services if you like Mr Dragon."

But that's the price of progress, I guess that they'll get some results from the tests and maybe work a way of giving the drug better or maybe it just doesn't work with my particular genes. At least it's not made me worse as the disease has just progressed as it would have done anyway.

And unfortunately progressing it is. I'm now on constant medication for pain and blimey don't you know if you miss a dose as most of your internal organs immediately kick up one hell of a fuss. And that ascites thing, which sounds like it ought to be the name of some ancient Greek king who was punished for walking in on Zeus when he was having it away in the form of a swan but is in fact an accumulation of fluid in the abdominal cavity, is making eating somewhat difficult. Everything sort of pushes against each other so I feel like I've had a massive roast dinner after only eating a slice of toast. On the plus side though it does mean I have to eat very high calorie foods, loads of full cream and butter type stuff that doctors tell you to avoid.

And the blood clots? Well that'll go away on its own apparently but a bit like self service checkouts your dragon now has to stick a needle in himself every day with a shot of Dalteparin, an anti coagulant drug they normally give to people with DVT, to make sure it doesn't come back

So anyway I've decided to take Xmas and the new year off from hospitals as quite frankly I'm pig sick of the places and I'm curling up on the sofa for a couple of weeks. I'm back to see the docs in early January and there are other things we might be able to try but I'm wondering of it's getting to the stage where rather than buying more time I'll be concentrating on buying more comfort instead.

Which suits me. I like comfortable.
Dracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-60987960164433835842016-11-12T08:07:00.002-08:002016-11-12T08:14:10.374-08:00Life at the bleeding edgeSo as you know I signed up for this research trial a few weeks ago and now here I am, set in a very quiet research wing of the hospital on a Saturday afternoon fiddling around with the sticky pads on my heart monitor leads which occasionally fall off and make the machine think I've gone into ventricular tachycardia. This has an interesting reaction as the monitor is a telemetry one and every time it gets fooled into thinking I'm dying an alarm goes off and two or three nurses pile through the door expecting to find a dragon having a heart attack instead of one sat up in bed watching The Apprentice on catch-up and eating biscuits.

In order to get here I've had to go through loads of blood tests, PET/CT scans and a liver biopsy which let me tell you, despite plenty of local anaesthetic, hurts a whole lot. But all the tests are good and now I get to take the new wonder drug which is administered 10ml at a time for a whole week essentially by the same method as the 5FU chemo drug I've been on since this bastard rollercoaster ride started. The side effects aren't too bad so far apart from the first night when my guts decided there was a quantum singularity inside me and they were damned well going to collapse towards it. There's a tingling in the hands and feet too, bit like the neuropathy of Oxaliplatin but not temperature sensitive. Unfortunately that seems to be spreading up my arms so I'm not sure what's going on there.

But the good (probably) news is that I'm on the maximum dose for the trial so it should (again, probably) have the best effect. We won't find out though until the middle of next week when I get yet more positrons and, oh joy unbounded, yet another liver biopsy.

It's also a bit dull in here to be honest although all the staff are really friendly. Mrs Dragon comes to visit most days and we've set up Skype so we can chat but I did find myself earlier using the remote motorised bed control to raise the head part of the bed whilst humming The Thunderbirds theme song so I might be getting a little bit of cabin fever.

Fig 43: Thunderbeds are go!

They didn't mention that in the side effects. Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-36589126209090856332016-10-22T05:56:00.002-07:002016-10-22T05:56:52.132-07:00Guinea DragonWell that's the chemotherapy done with. No more nausea, no more not being able to poop for 72 hours because of the stuff they give you to stop the nausea and, best of all, no more of that bastard 5FU pump. Turns out that the Dount of Doom has revealed that not only has the cancer in the liver grown (only a few millimetres) but The Grouchettes have had "musical differences" and some of them have decided to form The Continuity Grouchettes and have got a gig in my lungs. Fortunately they're just tuning up and trying to work out what key to play in right now so there's no symptoms but it's a big hint and a half that the chemotherapy just isn't cutting the mustard any more.

There is a newly approved drug, Lonsurf, that I could take but my oncologist isn't too keen in my case as it's just a variant on how the current chemo drugs work (basically messing with their DNA to stop them dividing) and he says it's probably going to give me a couple of months extra if it works at all. So not so great.

However he thinks, and I tend to agree, that an immune system fiddling drug might work better and there's a lot of research going into this area right now as it's showing a lot of promise for treating cancers of all sorts and given that I just so happen to be being treated in one of the world's premier research hospitals then I figure signing up to a trial of something shiny and new might be worth a go. And duly a week later I'm sat having a chat with a very bubbly doctor who is explaining one of the trials they have. Basically it's a test of an existing drug they give to people with lymphomas to make them produce and mobilise stem cells that they harvest before zapping the lymphoma patient with enough chemicals and radiation to screw up stem cells, then they give them the stem cells back. However in some lab and animal tests it looks like given differently it can cause the immune system to go crazy ape bananas and start it scoffing cancer cells like chocolate chip cookies.

Sounds great, but what are the downsides. Well for a start these trials are pretty early stage stuff, what's know in the business as "stage one" and used to basically see what sort of a dose of whatever it is is safe to give to people without limbs falling off or their skin going all scaly like in the superhero movie Deadpool. They do this by "dose escalation", a few people get a low dose and they see if anything happens, then the next few people get a higher dose and so on. So it could be that you're not getting enough of this stuff to make the slightest bit of difference and of course there's always the chance that despite this stuff working on models and in mice when you stick it into dragons the square root of sod all happens.

The other goodie is that they need to keep a very close eye on you so you're in hospital for a while and rigged up to heart monitors for the 7 days the drug is being administered. Oh and that's constantly through a little pump.

And you need a liver biopsy. Two in fact. And the usual PET / CT scans, MRIs, donating half a litre of blood in samples that seem to go with anything cancerish.

But it might just do something and that's got to be better than sitting around in November not doing a great deal and just letting the little bastards grow.

So I'm going to sign up and become a guinea pig. Or guinea dragon in my case.

Wonder if I'll get a wheel to run around in?

Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-39907010288350846182016-09-27T03:21:00.001-07:002016-09-27T03:22:23.581-07:00They just make you worse.So what if I haven't written much lately, neither has Shakespeare.

But I thouht I'd better post a bit of an update for you folks who keep up to date via the blog rather than my Twitter wibblings. At the moment I'm on another chemo break and tapping this in whist sat in a cottage in The Lakes waiting for the rain to stop so I can go for a walk up a mountain. From this you can gather two things, vis:

(a) I am still well enough to go mountain walking
(b) The chemo has stopped working so they're giving me time off to work out what to do next.

The chemo hasn't stopped working as such but there is a bit of a problem with it. Well OK quite a big problem as it happens in that I've become allergic to one of the drugs in the cocktail. This isn't a case of allergic in the "I get a bit itchy and sneezy" it's more nurses hitting alarms, oxygen masks and so many steroids being pumped into me I could give Bradley Wiggins a run for his money going up Mount Ventoux. You may recall that I started having issues of this nature earlier in the year with Oxaliplatin which was stopped in favour of Irinotecan and then I had the problem with the "infection"
during the first cycle of the Irinotecan.

Well that wasn't an infection.

Turns out the villain of the piece is the drug Calcium Folinate. Now this isn't actually a chemotherapy drug something they give you to make one of the chemo drugs, 5FU, work correctly. We originally thought Oxaliplatin was to blame as the Folinate is given at the same time and, well, can't be the Folinate can it. On the Irinotecan it's given separately but again we were thinking it's a delayed reaction, or an infection, or it's because you're a dragon; anything but the Folinate.

Eventually after yet another crash in the day unit we are starting to home in on the culprit chemical and I get a load of steroids and anti histamines before we start which works for cycle 4 but come cycle 5 after 20 minutes I've fighting for breath and my oxygen sats are somewhere below the "Would you trust Donald Trump to look after a goldfish" poll ratings. Cue oxygen, loads more steroids and after a while I'm at least not looking blue. Then I hear "The on-call registrar says give it thirty minutes and then start the infusion again."

"The poor bastard who keeps getting poisoned says you can stick your infusion where the sun doesn't shine!"*

So that was that. I am disconnected, no point giving me the 5FU and I can go. Just to be on the safe side I lurk around the hospital for another hour which was a good move as I started to get that uncontrollable shivering thing again (which was making drinking my latte in the hospital branch of Costas quite difficult) but that went away quite quickly so off home I toddled.

But that was it I was told. No more Calcium Folinate and that means no more 5FU. Quite honestly I'm rather relieved as after 40 plus sessions I was really starting to hate that bloody 46 hour bottle thing but it does mean we've lost probably the best toy in the toybox for my condition. Current plan is to wait to see what last week's spin in the Donut of Doom reveals and then consider the tablet form of 5FU called Capcitabine which apparently doesn't need the Folinate stuff to work but does bugger your feet up good and proper.

Which is why I'm in The Lake District climbing up mountains now.

Or I will be once it stops pissing down.

* I was very polite really.Dracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-36387751814051893822016-07-25T08:29:00.001-07:002016-07-25T08:29:56.208-07:00And then all my hair falls off"And then all my clothes fall off..."

fig 34: in the best possible taste

Well OK my clothes stayed on but my hair fell off.

I've had the chemo drug Irinotecan before and while they say that hair loss is a possibility it's never been a problem for me before. Sure it thinned a little bit and grew back a bit haphazardly but my nice thick and quite long hair was still there.

Not this time. A couple of days after the Irinotecan infusion my scalp started to feel quite sore, like someone had been tugging at my hair. Soon as I touched it loads of strands just came away in my hand. And over the weekend it got worse, whole clumps start to come out and by Monday morning I look like a cross between a mangy fox and the guy with the bad comb over in that Hamlet advert

fig 58: unhappiness is a drug called Irinotecan

Yes seriously that bad, I looked awful and I'm still shedding bits of hair everywhere like a moulting dog and I seriously hope these drugs are messing up the cancer as well as they're messing up my follicles.

So drastic times call for extreme measures and so I go into town, find an old fashioned stripey pole barbers shop run by a sixty odd year old guy whose Teasy-Weasy skills begin and end at "number two on the sides and half off the top" and ask him to cut the lot off. Which he does.

Excellent, now I look like a particularly scruffy toilet brush.

However after the purchase of a new razor and a few minutes scraping in the bathroom I now have a nice smooth head. And to be honest I don't think that it looks too bad Sure it's not good and I preferred having hair but it could be worse.

I could have that comb-over.

Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-49006778153377944932016-07-11T09:28:00.002-07:002016-07-11T09:28:59.218-07:00InfectedSo after the news that the liver mets have ganged up on me and formed one big one the time comes to see if we can do something about it and quite frankly not a moment too soon. Over the past couple of weeks it's becoming increasingly painful and I've decided to step up to the opiate painkiller Tramadol more or less full time. Now Tramadol is at the, as one of my friends puts it, "opiates for girls" end of the spectrum of fluffy clouds and pink unicorns narcotics but even so it does mark a bit of a sea change in managing the disease.

But anyway onto chemotherapy. FOLFIRI this one is called and you may recall I've had it before and so last Wednesday late on in the day off I trek to the day unit at Addenbrookes and off we go. There's a bit of a false start when the nurse is convinced she's got the gripper needle in my port but as soon as she flushed it I got a searing pain so I'm convinced she's missed. But no worry, new needle is sorted out and off we go. So we thought.

Anyway everything is going peachy,, irinotecan goes in no problem, right up until the end of the calcuim folinate bit when I start to feel a bit cold and shivery. Now the air con in there can be a bit random so I just put my jacket on but I keep shivering.

And keep shivering.

After five minutes I'm shaking so hard I look like I'm having some sort of fit, my oxygen sats are down at 91% and my blood pressure is so high you could use it to operate hydraulic machinery. At this point the on call doctor is summoned who recognised me from the last set of oncology wobblyness and he thinks I'm having a reaction to the Irinotecan whereas the nurses think it's an infection. If it was a reaction it was certainly not like the one I had on Oxaliplatin which was quite a classic anaphylaxis one and personally I'm not convinced it is, especially when the usual hydrocortisone / chlorphenamine does diddly squat and my temperature is now heading north past 38.5C. It's not colinergic syndrome either which is one of the things Irinotecan can give you.

There's a bit of round the houses backstage and conversations with the on-call consultant and I'm asked if I want to carry on and then go home with a few antibiotics. Now the dragon's lair is quite literally in the middle of The Fens, at least 25 minutes from the nearest ambulance station* and a good hour from the hospital so I'm not exactly keen on going into neutropenic sepsis under those circumstances so after huge doses of IV antibiotics and blood cultures being taken it's decided I should stay the night at the Hotel Addenbrookes who, miracle of miracles, have a bed free!

Anyway to cut a long story short a couple of hours later I start to feel better and after a night of "rest" (only disturbed by every single beep, buzzer, bell and thing that goes "ping" known to medical science) I'm feeling a bit like my scaly green self again and after a thorough check over and even more antibiotics I'm hooked up to the 5FU pump and set loose into the world and everything proceeds as well as these things ever do (fatigue, nausea, constipation, evil humours of ye spleen, etc)

I did get my discharge notes through the post today and although the blood cultures weren't back the white blood cell count was elevated above normal and the doctor's summary was it was an infection of "unknown origin". If you remember back at the beginning of this we had a bit of a problem with the port and at the time the nurse was thinking that maybe as it hadn't been accessed in a month there may have been some infection in the line that's got dislodged but I suppose we will probably never know. Either way if it is an infection that's kind of good news as it means I'm not allergic to yet another chemotherapy agent and I can keep getting treated.

And finally with my public service hat on if you are a chemo patient reading this I know they tell you all about infection and to ring them if your temperature goes above 38 but do heed them. Mine went from "why am I a bit shivery" to "oh shit this is looking serious" in the matter of 30 minutes so please don't hang around and wait for it to get better, because odds on it won't.

* we tested this some years ago when me and my 16.2hh mare parted company at speedDracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-60934745652383789692016-06-27T03:47:00.000-07:002016-06-27T03:47:15.968-07:00Down to one"their eyes met... to form one enormous one that could see in all directions"

Well not quite but it does turn out that my liver mets, aka "The Grouchettes", which had been whittled down to two are now one, because they've grown together. Which is a bit of a bastard but does account for why it's been a bit uncomfy in the abdomen department for a little while. Also apparently it explains why my right shoulder has been painful for the past few weeks. According to Doctor P there's a link between your diaphragm and that bit of the shoulder so pressure or pain down there actually reflects up here

Which is another nail in the coffin of that "intelligent design" argument.

Anyway the plan is to give it some more chemo and see if that gets it back under control. Irinotecan this time as Oxaliplatin now makes me fall over and panics the nurses in the day unit.

Oh damn that means that awful atropine injection doesn't it.Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-52030726897323484472016-05-04T07:26:00.000-07:002016-05-04T07:26:54.327-07:00Warp drive powered dragonFor some reason the liver team where I have my treatment have taken a bit of interest in me and have ordered up a bunch of new scans in interesting machines that I've not been in before so that they can have a proper look at the nasties lurking within.

The first one of these is a MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) scan. These clever things work by using a very powerful magnet to wobble the water atoms in your body in a precise way and measuring the very weak radio wave emissions they give off as a result*.

Fig 7. Magnetic clanky machine of doom

The procedure for this is first of all to make sure you've got nothing at all in your body that might be ferrous metal because these magnets are strong and would cause metal in your body to move about. The magnetic field of the one I was in was 3 Tesla and to give you an idea the magnet that holds your fridge door closed is in the order of 5 milliTesla. Naturally you're not allowed to take any metal into the scanner so you're going to be standing around in your underwear and an ill fitting NHS gown for a while.

Also remember I said the radio emissions were weak? Well this means the antennae that detect them can't be far from your body so the tube you lie in is very narrow and you lie right inside the tube so this is definitely not going to be a fun experience if you're claustrophobic. Added to this they strap you to the table so you can't move and make the pictures blurry, Now I'm generally OK with confined spaces but after 30 minutes in here even I was starting to get a bit perturbed.

Oh yes and just to add some more fun for my scan you get a needle in the arm which is hooked up to a pump driver (the bit of kit on the stand in the left of the picture up there) so they can squirt chemicals into you at various intervals. And just to finish they strap another detector right above the liver and what can only be described as a dinner plate attached to a vacuum hose right above that, the purpose of which will be revealed later.

Now in order to get the water in you wobbling in just the right way the machine alters the magnetic field in controlled bursts and this causes small expansions and contractions in the gubbins of machine and this makes quite a bit of noise, so much that you have to wear ear protection. Now when Mrs Draunculus had one of these done privately a few years back she had headphones and got to listen to Enya. Mine's done on the NHS so I got a pair of those disposable foam earplugs. The noise this thing can only be described as a metallic clanging, buzzing, squeaking cacophony, kind of like being inside an early Einstürzende Neubauten gig. Added to this you have to hold your breath on occasions so the person driving the machine occasionally yells instructions to you via an intercom. For some reason best known to medicine you don't hold your breath in, you have to hold it out which is actually quite hard.

So after half an hour of being stuck inside this clanking, warbling Moog synthesizer gone mad the purpose of the dinner plate is revealed. It vibrates. I have no idea why it does this but apparently bouncing your liver up and down very rapidly is required for a couple of the scans. Personally I suspect that it's something the radiographers just do for a laugh.

So that was the MRI done and a week later I'm back for the next scan which is a PET/CT one. Now CTs you already know all about from the Donut of Doom posts but the PET, which stands for Positron Emission Tomography, bit is all new. This works as you might expect by detecting positrons, which are basically the antimatter equivalent of electrons. Now your body doesn't naturally produce these so they have to give you some which is done by injecting you with a type of sugar that's been dosed with a short lived radioactive molecule. Certain things in your body, like cancer cells, just love sugar and hoover it up, particularly if the patient is a dragon who hasn't been allowed to eat or drink anything but water for several hours (oh yes, they starve you before you get scanned for this one). Radioactive sugar is of course a bit tricky to handle so you get a cannula shoved in your arm and the glowing stuff** which comes in a special lead-lined syringe is ceremonially removed from a metal box and squirted into you.

Then you wait for an hour whilst the sugar is taken up by your cells and then you can go and get into the machine which is a bit like a regular CT scanner but with a longer tube you lie in. The scanner whirrs around and does a CT scan and then it starts measuring positrons. Now you can't directly observe a positron but if you remember Star Trek you'll know that the engines of the Starship Enterprise work by putting matter and antimatter together which annihilate each other and convert all their mass into energy*** and this is what happens when your positron, produced as the radioactive sugar decays, bumps into an electron but without the massive explosion above the Vatican or you achieving warp speed. Conveniently the energy produced is a pair of gamma rays which even more conveniently shoot off in exactly opposite directions so when this pair is picked up by opposite sides of the detector it knows its got a positron and where it used to be and by combining thousands of these events along with the CT image it can build a picture up of the tissues where the sugar was taken up.

And all you need to do is lie there for half and hour as you're propelled past the detectors a few centimetres at a time.

So that's the scans done. Now we have to wait to see what the clever surgeons and doctors make of them. Watch this space.

* I had to have two goes at my physics "A" level, you can tell can't you.
** It didn't actually glow, which was disappointing.
*** The bomb in very silly film Angels and Demons worked the same wayDracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-11870653936048463632016-04-03T01:12:00.001-07:002016-04-03T01:12:23.430-07:00Update. Nothing is happening.I know I've been neglecting the blog. Well one main reason is that nothing much is happening which in cancer terms is a good thing. The chemo has been trundling along as it should with no dramas or new weird side effects and the last set of scans showed no growth in any of the tumours. So all is at least stable and rather dull.

Dull is good, I like dull.

Anyway because I've been a good dragon and taken all my medicines I'm allowed a 4 week chemo break so this is getting typed up in the Emirates business lounge at London Gatwick from where very shortly a large aeroplane* is going to whisk me away for a few days in the sunshine before poking and chemicals start up again.

See you on the other side!

* It's a long way and I only have little wings so I get someone else to do the flying.Dracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-89252033225347940822016-02-03T02:21:00.001-08:002016-02-03T02:21:52.947-08:00BustedSo I'm at the usual clinic on Monday and one of my oncologists goes "I think I found your blog, are you the little dragon?"

Oops! I had to do a quick think if I'd had a moan about the oncology team on here but I guessed not as they've all been top notch. In fact the only grumbling I tend to do is on Twitter when the clinics are running their usual hour and a half behind schedule. and you daren't go to the bog because you're paranoid about missing being called.

But it was nice to hear that the doctors like my blog and actually find it useful to get an idea of what their patients are going through and, especially the day to day stuff that doesn't tend to come up in clinics which tend, at least for me, to be a check on how the chemo side effects are going and making sure I have the requisite number of platelets, white blood cells and legs* to allow the next lot of chemo to get dribbled in the following Wednesday.

Which is what's happening now. And it's making my feet itch.

* Four. I am a dragon after all.Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-11560487614476043552016-01-20T03:20:00.001-08:002016-01-20T03:20:31.867-08:00Liver and OnionsThe liver is a funny thing, for such a large organ it doesn't have very much in the way of pain receptors so when there's something up with it it rarely tells you directly but presses on other nerves so you get the ouchies elsewhere.

Mine's decided to go for the "you've just been kicked in the ribs by a shire horse" nerves and also the "you've overdone it on the sun lounger" ones so it feels like I've got a very localised form of sunburn in a roughly liver shaped area. Now hopefully once the chemo starts working the grouchettes in the liver will shrink and it'll stop being painful but for now I've had to step the pills up a notch to Tramadol which is on the lower rungs of the opiate drugs. Fortunately these don't have too many side effects and I'm sure the fluffy pink unicorns I keep seeing will go away shortly.

On top of that the chemo isn't exactly going smoothly either. The last lot of Oxaliplatin got the day unit all flustered because as soon as it went in my hands and face went bright red and my lips did a reasonable impression of Mick Jagger - cue much anti histamines and steroids being poured into your dragon and then spending the next few days flat on my back with fatigue. They've dropped the dose for this cycle but even so it's a bit itchy when it's going in.

Still I really can't complain as I'm still here and according to the statistics I shouldn't be. If you go back to the beginning of the blog you'll see that this week is my second "cancerversay" and when all this kicked off I was given a couple of years to live if the treatment worked. Sure we're in the last chance saloon as far as conventional treatment is concerned but we're still here and sticking two fingers up to the bastard. Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-39582552210581535602015-12-22T06:54:00.001-08:002015-12-22T06:54:19.937-08:00Going to put it up next year tooIf you were around the blog last year you might remember my little aeroplane post http://littledragoncancer.blogspot.co.uk/2014_12_01_archive.html

And yes I was here to put it up this year as well, here it is flying round the tree

Fig 7: What ho Biggles!

As to next year... well as you know it's not been the best of news of late and I'm back on the FOLFOX which I'd quite forgotten how ghastly it was but I'm prepared to give it a try and then after that there's other things we can have a go at so I've every expectation that a little biplane will be slipping the surly bonds of earth once more in 2016.

A very merry Christmas and a peaceful and healthy new year to you all.

Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-38866427409743992912015-12-09T01:48:00.001-08:002015-12-09T01:48:15.231-08:00The Drugs Don't WorkSo we had a spin in the donut of doom the other week and on Monday I totter off down to clinic to get the results. You know immediately it isn't going to be cute puppies and gambolling pink unicorns news when you see the oncologist has the colorectal specialist red angel of death with him and he's got his best "now this is serious" face on.

Dr Ahmad does a very good serious face.

And indeed the news is indeed pants and about as welcome as Donald Trump at Friday prayers down the mosque. The mouse gene drug and capecitabine that had been at least holding the liver metastices in check have stopped working and they were growing again; not by much, just a few millimetres but definitely awake and doing that uncontrolled dividing thing again.

Fortunately it's not all doom and gloom as my records show I had a good response to FOLFOX, the first treatment I had, so I can go back and have a few cycles of that and see if it works again. Now as you remember from last year this is a coctail of Flouracil and Folonic Acid that's been common to all my treatments (side effects: nausea and vomiting, mouth ulcers, painful hand and foot lesions and probably making you think that Justin Beiber isn't such a bad musician after all) with platinum based wonder drug Oxaliplatin. Now that's the one that alongside all the ususal happy chemo side effect buggers up your nervous system in what's called "peripheral neuropathy"; it's like having permanent pins and needles in your hands and feet with the added joy of touching anything cold is agony.

Oh and I have to go back to carting a bottle of highly toxic chemicals with a tube sticking out of my chest for two days every fortnight. What joy.

Still it's that or in six months someone will be kicking a dead dragon into a hole so we sign the "yes you can poison me" consent forms and we arrange to kick off next week (which does at least mean I get Xmas off).

So not the best Christmas present ever but to compensate I'm on a train heading to London right now where I will visit swanky grocers Fortnum and Mason and go hog wild with the credit card. Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we chemo!

Fig 67: Happy bunch of lads

Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-23418023148083631192015-11-11T03:33:00.000-08:002015-11-11T03:33:16.889-08:00Little pinky orange pillsSo I'm back on the real chemotherapy now having been found out that we can't just use the monoclonal antibodies.

However the good news is that my new chemo drug is Capecitabine which comes in the form of rather large pinky orange pills which I take for 7 days and then have 7 days off. I have to say it's a lot easier than messing around with the 46 hour infusion of 5FU with it's attendant fatigue, nausea and having to schlep up to Wisbech on a Friday afternoon. "Cap" to its friends is rather clever in that it's a "prodrug" which means that in itself it doesn't do anything but the liver synthesises it into the active drug which just happens to be the aforementioned 5FU.

The only downside is the palmar-plantar syndrome which is quite a bit worse on the pill version of 5FU than the infusion. After two treatments my hands are starting to split, not badly but enough to be painful when it happens and I'm having to be a bit careful around the ponies in case of picking up infections. It's buggering up my feet as well so I do tend to totter around rather than walk when it gets bad but I'm still mobile.

Which is a good job as I've got a dragon to feed.

fig 35: Always feed your dragon fresh cake

She called Raptors Fire, likes cake and has her own Twitter account at @raptorsfireDracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-50165005096093687902015-10-06T02:03:00.004-07:002015-10-06T02:03:47.233-07:00Maybe not all down to the mouse genesSo last week I trundle into the clinic as usual expecting the standard "ah so you still have a head and are breathing, you can have your treatment" rigmarole and to my surprise I get to see Dr A, my original oncologist.

"So you've had a break and when you came back you went onto just Cetuximab. Why?" he says

"Because Dr M your other oncologist said I had to because the Irinotecan and 5FU was going to turn my bone marrow into mashed potato or something." I replied. Not sure what he was expecting me to say "Oh yes, I took a medical degree and specialised in cancer treatment in the four weeks I was off and decided this for myself!"

Turns out that Dr M shouldn't have done that. Not for any clinical reasons you understand but because of the ludicrous rules of the Cancer Drugs Fund which cough up the cash for the Cetuximab. Now I'm none too keen to start back on the 5FU because quite frankly it's a bloody pain. The side effects are nasty and carting that bottle with a tube stuck in your chest around for 3 days is a pain in the arse quite frankly so I ask if there's any wriggle room in the rules.

So Dr A being one of the good guys pulls up the CDF document and we go through Cetuximab together with a fine tooth comb looking for loopholes. Can we say this is a third line treatment? What about of we say the side effects are really bad from 5FU? Is there an exception if you're a bad tempered fire breathing lizard?

Nope, the rules have been drawn up by government wonks and are a tight as a duck's posterior, in my situation you have to give some sort of Fluorouracil type chemo alongside Cetuximab or no Cetuximab.

There's a silence for a while.

"Look we'll carry on with just Cetuximab for this cycle, leave it with me and I'll talk to my colleagues and we'll work something out."

And that's where we left it. So next Monday I really have no idea what direction my further treatment is going to take. I'm not blaming the medical staff for this rather the rationing of cancer treatments that the NHS foists on us. Maybe there are some good clinical reasons for the Cetuximab rules but the problem is there's no flexibility, not room for the doctor who is treating the patient to say "look I know the rules say this but for this patient treating you this way is working well so we'll do it that way." Just the dead hand of NHS management one size fits all. Computer says no.

However on the plus side staying on just Cetuximab for another cycle did allow me to go to Norwich the following day where I might have accidentally acquired a new friend at the GoGoDragons auction

Fig 45: Rawr!
Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-77517072837089627302015-09-16T03:14:00.003-07:002015-09-16T03:14:56.157-07:00It's down to the mouse genes nowI'm tapping this into the lappy whilst sat tin the day unit having me chemo and I'm going to have to get a move on as my chemo is going to be a good deal shorter than it previously has been. That's because the clever people who work out what toxic chemicals to pour into me have decided that I can't have the FOLFIRI (Fluorouracil / Irinotecan / Folonic Acid) treatment any more as the side effects are now at the stage where they'd do me more harm than the cancer. Apparently despite helping shrink my tumours it's also been quietly screwing around with my bone marrow and having too much more would cause my bone marrow to fail which, with characteristic understatement, my oncologist informed me was "not compatible with life".

Yeah thanks for that.

So now it's down to just one drug, the monoclonal antibody Cetuximab. I did blog a bit about this drug earlier this year but essentially its a clever little thing made by combining mouse and human genes and it essentially works by latching onto the receptors that make cancer cells grow and blocking them from getting the signal that causes them to divide.

Now this can just be dribbled into me for a couple of hours once every two weeks so there's no need to go through all the rigmarole of carting a bottle of the old chemo round for 46 hours and a further bonus is that this stuff doesn't make you feel sick. All you need is a whack of clorphenamine* and hydrocortisone to stop you going into anaphylactic shock (told you this chemo business is full of larks) and you're good to go. So all in all the treatment regime just got a whole lot easier, shorter and gentler but of course it's now just down to the one drug to hold the bugger in check whilst hopefully my own immune system can attack it which is a bit scary. It does feel like you're flying on just the one engine**

However the biggest bonus is not feeling crap after treatment. So as soon as I'm done here I'm off for a celebratory burger at Byrons.

* Piriton to you and me
** But as a PPL holder I'm quite happy doing that. Twins used to scare me more.Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-50332883026634373852015-09-09T08:42:00.003-07:002015-09-09T08:43:09.483-07:00Wingnut and WidgetYou may recall some time back that at the start of this voyage of discovery I had to sell the two horses I had because they were getting to the stage where I needed to be spending time training them and I couldn't do that due to hospital appointments, PICC lines and generally expecting to shuffle off the mortal coil in the next few months.

However now that things have stabilised I have either done a very smart or very stupid thing. Please say hello to Wingnut and Widget

Fig 25b: The meanest desperado ponies this side of the Pecos

I've been moderately sensible here in that these two (Widget is the skewbald [brown and white] one and Wingnut is the grey) are a pair of rescue ponies from a horse charity and when things finally go hairy and I have to go for a personal appointment with Epona the Horse Goddess they can go back and Mrs D doesn't have to go through all the problems of selling them. In the meantime I get these cheeky chappies to make a fuss of. They're not riding ponies, just a couple of ambulatory lawnmowers really but it's nice to have horses back here again and if nothing else it's keeping me fit wandering round the paddock every day collecting poo.

Fig 37: Charge!

As you can see here they're not very big (11hh and 12.3hh respectively) so they're cheap to feed and easy to handle and with any luck they'll be able to stay here for a good while.

And I get to lurk around tack shops for brushes and headcollars. What's not to like.

Fig 86a: The grooming parlour is open - shiny pony time

Dracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-65867802034626650112015-08-30T08:17:00.000-07:002015-08-30T08:17:04.897-07:00Meeting Dr. Bonce Now I know I shouldn't be worried, my side effects from chemotherapy have been pretty mild so far, certainly compared to the horror stories I read about on the forums. The drugs are still working so far, the last scan showed a small reduction on the liver metastases and apart from a few niggles with planar/plantar syndrome I feel pretty healthy.

So far.

And over the last few weeks it's that "so far" that's been nagging at me. The anxiety that I've had a year and a half and median survival is two years. The stress of wondering every chemo session if the portacath is going to behave. Worrying that every sneeze and sniffle is the beginning of the neutropenic sepsis that's going to have me joining the choir invisible*. It was getting to the stage where I really was getting myself quite wound up the day before chemo and also, sorry Mrs Dracunculus, probably being a bit of a mardy git into the bargain.

So something needed to happen in the head department. I needed some kind of bonce doctor to peer inside this dragon's head and, I don't know, tell me it's all because I loved my mummy or something.

Anyway it turns out there's this charity called Maggies who, according to their blurb, offer "practical, emotional and social support" to cancer patients and their families and I knew there was one of their centres on the hospital grounds at Addenbrookes so last week I toddled over, took a deep breath and walked in. Weirdly its probably the toughest thing I've done during the whole cancer malarkey; the medical side is easy, that's just being poked and prodded. This is admitting that you're not as tough as you thought you were, that your emotions are shot to hell and that you need help.

Which is stupid when you think about it, treating how you cope with this bastard of a disease is just as important as treating the tumours themselves. Perhaps it's a hangover from the "big boys don't cry" generation I was brought up in but I would say to anyone going through any illness or trauma that it's OK to ask for help and you probably should.

So the volunteer I talked to immediately sorted out a cup of tea in the traditional English ritual that there's nothing that can't be fixed so long as you've got a mug of builder's and she arranged for me to see their psychologist who we'll call Dr. Bonce, notice he's a psychologist not a psychiatrist - there's a difference, and earlier this week I duly pop back and we have our first session.

Not surprisingly what I'm going through is completely normal and, after a lot of questions which determined I wasn't about to turn myself into pavement pizza by throwing myself off the roof of the hospital multi-storey car park, he tells me that it's my "threat centre" that's somewhat overactive. Apparently that's the bit of the brain that kept us alive when we dressed like Raquel Welch in One Million Years BC

<c>Fig. 26b "Ug has PTSD from seeing mother eaten by dinosaur! Ug wants your girlfriend!"</c>

Also one of the fun things about this bit of the brain is that exaggerates threats, so that rustle in the bushes is a lion about to pounce or these days that twinge is your portacath lumen breaking loose and lodging in a particularly inconvenient artery, and that's why you get anxious.

So what's the plan. Well I'm booked in for a few sessions with Dr. Bonce and he's going to teach me some stress reduction exercises and something called "mindfulness" which appears to be something about putting yourself in the moment and stopping worrying about the future. All sounds like good stuff that I can use and, to be honest, just going and talking abut this stuff to someone has helped a lot.

It's good to talk.

* I'm a baritone in case The Almighty is reading this blog Dracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-41086239660206596032015-08-04T07:58:00.000-07:002015-08-04T07:58:17.583-07:00I'm still hereFor those of you that might have been worried (all 2 of you) I am still here and reasonably hale and hearty. I haven't been posting much because, well, nothing has really been happening. The old routine re-established itself after my chemo break and everything just chugged along.

But now I'm coming to the end of this round of chemo with cycle 12 of FOLFRI and Cetuximab staring tomorrow and a slightly out of sequence spin in the Donut of Doom happened earlier today. So what happens now? Well after a couple of chats with my oncologist it seems we just keep on keeping on. I'll get a short break for 4 weeks and then, assuming the scan shows the cancer hasn't grown, it's back to the nasty chemicals every 2 weeks.

Why only four weeks. Well that's the lovely caring NHS and the bollocks that is the Cancer Drugs Fund. The rules state that if you take a break of more that 4 weeks from Cetuximab then you lose the funding for it and can't have it again. Ever. From what I've been able to tell there's no clinical reason for this it's just a rule they have, probably purely for cash reasons. Seems to be plenty of money to splash out on ridiculous overseas aid projects and high speed rail line vanity projects but if you need these pricey* chemo drugs then sod you. Not that private healthcare is much better, my private medical insurance has a specific clause in it that excludes cover for monoclonal antibody treatments.

So it's four weeks off and then another three months of fortnightly poisoning.

And how long can we keep this up? Well the answer seems to be "as long as you can stand it", or alternatively as long as the Donut of Doom says it's still working as I presume at some point the cancer becomes resistant to the chemical soup.

And how long can I stand it? Well to be honest I don't really know. Sure the three days of treatment and the couple after are not fun but it's bearable since we fannied about with the nausea medication** and the skin cracking is under control thanks to liberal applications of skin care gunk they usually use to treat eczema (hey, whatever works!). What's hit home is the realisation that I'm now on this stuff forever. I suppose it's no worse than, say, dialysis for a kidney patient but it still a rather scary thought to wrap you brain around.

But I'm an awkward git (comes of being a dragon you see) and so long as it's keeping me still here we'll keep on doing it.

* it's about £3000 a time to be fair

** Metaclopromide, Ondansetron and Domperadone. All I'm missing is Aprepitant for the full houseDracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-81359880818254818052015-05-06T07:23:00.001-07:002015-05-06T07:23:23.330-07:00What I did on my chemo breakThey say that money can't buy you happiness.

No, but it can buy you a room here, with hot and cold running flunkies, cocktails, spa treatments and a slap up celebratory dinner at Gary Rhodes' place

Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-62231604120061009752015-05-01T02:08:00.003-07:002015-05-01T02:08:35.452-07:00Taking a breakYes I know I haven't been posting lately and mainly that's because nothing very exciting has been happening on the cancer front. It's just been the routine that I recall from last year and it's quite surprising how easily being poked, prodded and poisoned does become a routine. Clinic on Monday (poke for bloods), chemo day unit on Wednesday (poke in the chest for the IV line), feeling like crap on Thursday and a trip to the shining metropolis* of Wisbech on Friday to have the pump taken off and the poking stick removed from my chest.

So today I should be feeling like death warmed up and getting ready for a trip to the Pride of the Fens but I'm not for the kindly oncologist has had a look at my cracked and bleeding feet and hands and the post cycle 6 scans which showed a 50% reduction in the liver metastases and declared that I can have 4 weeks off. The reasoning being that a break from the chemo will let me recover a bit from the side effects and make the remaining 6 cycles easier to bear and should have no adverse effects on the treatment of the cancer. I'm rather pleased about that as last time we just went for the full 12 cycles without stopping and by cycle 10 I was hardly recovering before it was time for the next one to start.

"Try and get some rest" they told me. So being me I'm getting on a plane on Monday so I can sit on a sun lounger for a week in 35 degree sunshine.

I'll probably be bored stupid by Thursday and steal a camel.

* may not actually shine, or be a metropolis.Dracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-26295297017426460702015-03-12T05:39:00.001-07:002015-03-12T05:39:26.835-07:00Woo Woo! Here comes the desperation train.I rather like the opera, sure it takes ten minutes in opera to say you would like a cup of tea because six people have to sing the line about wanting tea and how wonderful tea is about thirty times but that's fine; something as important as tea is worth taking time singing over. Anyway just before Christmas I was lucky enough to get to see a performance of Donizetti's comic opera "The Elixir of Love", the story of which revolves around a love-struck young man and a fake potion sold by the quack Doctor Dulcamara that'll cause the unattainable object of our hero's affections to fall madly in love with him.

Fig 42: "Tea, Tea, Wonderful Tea. We all like tea!" (repeat 86 times)

The joke is that the "love potion" is nothing of the sort, just a bottle of wine, but in the end the boy gets the girl and everyone gets a curtain call.

However this week I was reminded of Doctor Dulcamara as a couple of things on the medical front happened (not to me) in the past week. Firstly there has been a private members bill* passing through parliament recently known after its sponsor as "The Saatchi Bill" but more formally as The Medical Innovations Bill which on the face of it sounds like it makes sense. The idea is that doctors should be free, with the patients consent, to try out new experimental treatments for cancer and other life threatening diseases without the fear of being sued for negligence if the patient subsequently explodes or is transformed into a eighty foot tall monster who goes on to ravage down-town Tokyo. You can read a bit about it here and the fact that the normally useless Lib Dems make have actually done something worthwhile and killed it off.

Now initially I thought that The Saatchi Bill might be a good idea but after a bit of thought it's actually a pretty terrible one and would in essence run the very serious risk of being little more than a charter for your real world Doctor Dulcamaras. There is experimental and innovative treatment being offered to cancer patients all the time, from the likes of the FOXFIRE trial that I'm taking part in to new medicines that are so shiny they don't have names yet, just serial numbers. However all these treatments have in common is that there's some science been done to show that at least in theory its more curative than harmful and its at least been looked over by an ethics committee to ensure that it's probably not going to injure you or subject you to undue risk. Of course there are always risks; FOXFIRE I recall had a 1 in 1000 chance of completely destroying your liver but at least there were safeguards and one of those safeguards is the knowledge in the medical team that if they are reckless they're going to get sued up hill and down dale.

The problem is of course the big scary "Cancer" word. The drug treatments that are known to work are invariably toxic and they only work for so long so those of us with the disease, particularly advanced stages of it, are looking at long treatments that are aimed at keeping us alive for a bit longer and as one treatment after another becomes ineffective then desperation is in some cases going to take hold and regrettably people fall prey to every kind of mountebank and charlatan out there with the latest and greatest miracle cure. I'm sure some of these people who recommend and supply genuinely believe that sticking a litre of coffee up your jacksie five times a day as the "Wellness Warrior" did will cure you, or apricot kernels or whatever is the latest "wonder" thing that "big pharma" don't want you to know about. But let's face it they don't, it's just pseudoscientific woo.

Of course you're never going to stop this and here's an article showing the kind of pickles people get themselves into when they hop on the "alternative" train but at least with the defeat of the Saatchi bill we won't be adding to the problem.

And what about me, you may ask? Sure you're OK now, maybe the Cetuximab is giving you a complexion you thought you'd left behind when you were 13 years old but its working. What happens when it stops working and you're looking at the big guy with the scythe who TALKS IN CAPITALS, wouldn't you grab at anything?

No, I'll put my trust in science and reason and by all means enrol in any phase 1 trails that a going but more out of a "at least I might do some good" motivation rather than "I'll do anything for another three months" but I won't be grasping at phantom promises of the woo merchants. I'd rather go out and buy the most expensive bottle of Bordeaux that I can find.

After all, if it's good enough for Dulcamara's love potion...

* for my non UK readers a bill is a draft law and a private members one is a law that's proposed by a single member of parliament or the House of Lords rather than the government of the day.Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-10447933569886302322015-02-18T03:33:00.002-08:002015-02-18T03:33:39.153-08:00New PortWell the new portacath has been in a week and, miracle of miracles, it's working! Currently it's dribbling Cetuximab into me very slowly as apparently it's not a drug you really want to rush as very bad things happen if you do.

After this comes the Irinotecan, dubbed "Evil Irene" by some patients which can be given a bit faster but which has its own particularly fun side effect, acute cholinergic syndrome which the medical literature cheerfully notes "can be fatal." To combat this they give you a shot of atropine first which, equally cheerfully, is the active ingredient in the poisonous plant Deadly Nightshade, also called Belladonna. So they give you a poison to counteract the other poison.

Isn't chemotherapy wonderful.

After that it's a simple matter of pumping you full of Folinic Acid which serves to give the next drug, Fluorouracil (5FU) a leg up. That's a nice drug and only gives you the squits, make you throw up, stops your bone marrow making white cells and platelets so you're prone to neutropenic sepsis and/or bleeding uncontrollably and also throws in palmar-plantar syndrome and mouth ulcers into the mix. Oh and the most bone weary fatigue you've ever had.

It had better be working or I'm going to be one mightily pigged off dragon.

Dracunculushttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163800849164037363.post-28696576336557560802015-02-08T07:46:00.000-08:002015-02-09T01:01:03.260-08:00The man in bed eightIf you've been keeping up with the blog you'll know that last week didn't exactly go very smoothly and come Thursday afternoon I was having a little bit of a sense of humour failure. So when I finally did get to sit down in the comfy chair and start connecting up to the necessary tubes and wires what's the last thing I want to hear from next door?

"Groan... Moan... Nurrrrse!"

Oh dear Jesus Christ on a Pogo Stick, it's the return of The Man From Bed Seven

Except it wasn't as it became quite clear that this chap was indeed in some kind of distress. I caught a glimpse of him when the overstretched nursing staff finally did get around to him, curled up almost in a foetal position on a hospital bed, wet from a spilt drink and a smell indicating that something had gone rather wrong in the stoma department.

"Where am I? What's happening?" he asked. Over and over again.

"You're in hospital Mr Smith1they told him.

"Where am I?"

There were brief flashes of lucidity, he apologised to the nurses for the state he was in and the trouble he was causing, back in the day he had clearly been a civil and polite gentleman, but then the clouds rolled back in front of the sun and he couldn't understand why they needed to change his shirt.

"It's because you're all wet Mr Smith"

"What's happening?"

And then you hear the words you never want to hear in an oncology unit or quite frankly in any medical context. "Oh my god! <Senior Nurse Name> can you come here right away please"

I stuck my head in my laptop and tried to ignore the grunts and moans of pain from beyond the curtain.

After about half an hour whatever it was had been sorted out, treatment was over and they bundled up Mr Smith into his outside coat and humiliating knitted woolly bobble hat and plonked him in a wheelchair.

"Where am I going?"

"You're going home Mr Smith?"

"Home?" his voice visibly brightened.

"To the nursing home."

"I'm going home?" not so bright this time.

Then they left him. They were running late and had to cram the last few of us cancer dudes through the poking and prodding by eight when they shut up shop so Mr Smith just got unceremoniously parked up in a chair, hunched over in a huge coat and stupid hat like some kind of decrepit smurf who asked over and over "Where am I going?"

At one point he tried to move his chair. As the brakes were on all he succeeded in doing was making it rock backwards at such an alarming degree myself and another patient called out for one of the nurses to grab him as he was severely in danger of toppling backwards and dashing his brains out.

Eventually his transport must have arrived as some orderly came and wheeled him away, still asking where he was going.

He had nobody with him. He had no clue what had been done to him. He had no clue where he was going.

And as I sit here reeling from the effects of the treatment I consented to I have to wonder why we as a society were inflicting the same poisoning on this poor bastard. Maybe to ease his symptoms? Maybe some (absent) relative was a "You must save my grandpa at all costs" emotional mess? I don't know and I don't have any answers.

I'm not sure though that me and that other patient who called the nurse over did him any favours though.

1 not his real name of course.Dracunculushttp://firstname.lastname@example.com


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The Editor's Back Fence
Ignoring History, San Francisco Will Be Doomed to Repeat It.
I am personally outraged that the San Francisco School Board has voted to destroy the Victor Arnautoff mural in George Washington High School which shows deplorable acts in the first president's life, including holding slaves and fighting against Native Americans. Clearly the school board members didn't understand that hiding history will not erase it. San Franciscans should not entrust the education of their children to such ignorant and ill-informed politicians. The full details are in this New York Times op-ed by Bari Weiss:San Francisco Will Spend $600,000 to Erase History
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Thor Conklin is an Entrepreneur, Profitability Consultant and host of Peak Performers Podcast. 2017 marks his 18th year as an entrepreneur. Thor's 1st company was a global risk management consulting firm. His top 15 clients had a combined revenue of $12.7 billion USD and operated in over 100 countries worldwide. His background, in risk management, served him well when he lost 1/3 of his team, in the World Trade Center attacks, on 9/11. Since then, he has started, bought and sold several multi-million dollar businesses making him a sought after, cross-industrial resource for entrepreneurs and executives in all stages of business.
Through his latest venture, Peak Performance Group, he trains business leaders to be Peak Performers. He is known as the Accountability & Execution Guy.
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Take a Trick or Treat Run Through the Highlands October 21
Who says that trick or treating is just for kids? In the Highlands, a neighborhood with active nightlife and all sorts of attractions, the Trick or Treat Run is for adults, too.
Trick or Treat Run
When the event starts, you'll get a treat bucket and a map. Get to each trick stop to fill up your bucket, and then run for the finish line to see if you come in first. Even if you don't win the Trick or Treat Run, you get to keep your treats.
More fun begins after the trick or treat run ends. There will be drink specials all night, and you can stay for the costume contest to see if you're a winner. Register on the day of the event for $25 per person, and you can enjoy all the fun of the Trick or Treat Run. It all starts at the Great Flood Brewing Company at 2120 Bardstown Road at 7 pm.
Running Around the Highlands
While you're getting treats, you'll be exploring the Highlands. This is one of the city's most popular neighborhoods, and you won't have to wait long to find out why. The Highlands is home to many independent businesses that you really can't find anywhere else in the city, not to mention several trendy restaurants offering all the latest in cuisine. People come here to sit and sip at the coffee shops where a local poet may perform, and later in the evening maybe they'll go sip at a bar where a local musician is playing. You never know what you'll find along Bardstown Road, the main lifeline of the Highlands.
As trends come and go, new businesses appear on Bardstown Road and new fashions parade down the sidewalks. But on the side streets, the Highlands doesn't change so much at all. In fact, some of the historic homes here have stood for decades. A mix of architectural styles give the Highlands its unique, eclectic look. You'll see everything here, from cozy shotgun homes to big Victorians to family bungalows to art deco designs -- well, you really can find it all.
The homes, while some are historic, have been updated over the years like the rest of the neighborhood. Today, many of them have modern features and fixtures inside while still maintaining their historic looks outside. Each home in the Highlands is distinct and unique, just like the people who live here. Run around this neighborhood for a while, and you'll want it to be your home, too.
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Journal of Latin American Cultural Studies
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ISSN (printed): 1356-9325. ISSN (electronic): 1469-9575.
The Journal of Latin American Cultural Studies (TraveSia) publishes articles on the history and analysis of Latin American culture and on the development of theories and methods for studying the cultural practices of Latin Americans. Multi-disciplinary articles which contribute to defining this strongly emerging area of research and debate are especially welcome, the disciplines of particular relevance being anthropology, communication studies, history and literature. Work which investigates the multiple effects of modernization is of special interest to the Journal as are articles which seek to explore the notion of cultural field. The Journal also welcomes research articles concerned with situations of cultural hybridity and with the development of methods for their analysis. The scope of articles is not limited to the nineteenth and twentieth centuries; the Journal also publishes work on the cultural history of the colonial period. There is a review section which carries authoritative review articles on the state of the art in given fields. Articles are welcome on the whole range of cultural processes and expressions, including the arts (literature, film, visual arts, music), communication and the practices of ethnic sub-societies. Articles that explore new methods and new areas of investigation are particularly encouraged.


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- Representing and advocating for high quality in all aspects of project work
- Reviewing functional, technical specifications, and wireframes to develop test plans
- Implementing useful processes that aid the team as a whole, where needed
- Development and execution of functional, system, and acceptance tests
- Test planning for new feature development
- Follow through on every issue to ensure its completion
- Development and execution of test cases
- Work closely with cross-functional organizations, project teams and clients to develop project schedules, execute test plans and cases and deliver high quality products
- Manual and Automated test execution, strong attention to detail during all test execution, verification of functionality, usability, and all other coverage areas
- Validating that project adheres to technical specifications and well accepted standards
- Database testing using black box and grey box methodologies
- Participating in reviews at all phases of the software development cycle
- Contributing to overall Quality Assurance best practices, strategy and methodology
- Ensuring that software conforms to style guides and standards (directory structures, file naming conventions, etc.)
- Provide accurate QA estimates for assigned work
Skills/Attributes Required
- 3+ years' experience in QA and testing within a software development environment, preferably with mobile testing, iOS and/or Android
- Experience writing test plans, objective definitions, QA findings and reporting
- Knowledge of iOS build and release process including use of delivery systems such as Testflight
- Consultative management and communications styles
- Strong written and verbal communications skills
- Capable of adapting to a rapidly evolving environment
- Strong interpersonal communication and collaboration skills
- Proven track record of delivering high quality products
- Experience with QA methodologies, tools and approaches (black box, white box and automated testing experience)
- Experience working with relational databases (basic working knowledge of SQL)
- Familiar with command line or PowerShell scripting
- Strong documentation and test plan writing
Desirable Qualities
- Familiar with NoSQL and non-relational databases (mongoDB)
- Familiar with AWS or other cloud computing services
- Familiar with Atlassian ticketing system
The Company
Image Metrics was founded in 2001 and is a leading provider of computer vision technology for facial and human tracking, augmented reality and 3D facial animation. It has a track record of deploying technology to the mass market that is used worldwide by millions of consumers. It has several bluechip companies as current clients and a growing portfolio of mobile applications powered by state-of-the art technology developed in-house.
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Transferable Skills
These skills can be address through any number of ELO options, including Community-Based experiences and independent studies.
Communication – Use written and oral communication effectively for a variety of audiences and purposes.
- Demonstrate organized and purposeful communication.
- Use evidence and logic appropriately in communication.
- Integrate information gathered from active speaking and listening.
- Adjust communication based on the audience, context, and purpose.
- Use technology to further enhance and disseminate communication.
Self-Direction – Manage my academic and personal responsibilities.
- Identify, manage, and assess new opportunities related to personal and/or course learning goals.
- Integrate knowledge from a variety of sources to set goals and make informed decisions.
- Apply knowledge in familiar and new contexts.
- Demonstrate initiative and responsibility for learning.
- Analyze the accuracy, bias, and usefulness of information.
- Use technology and digital media strategically and capably.
Problem Solving – Apply a variety of strategies to solve problems.
- Observe and evaluate situations in order to define problems.
- Frame questions, make predictions, and design data collection and analysis strategies.
- Identify patterns, trends, and relationships that apply to solutions.
- Analyze, evaluate, and synthesize evidence, arguments, claims, and beliefs.
- Generate a variety of solutions, use evidence to build a case for best responses, critically evaluate the effectiveness of responses, and repeat the process to generate alternate solutions.
- Use a range of tools, including technology, to solve problems.
- Persevere in solving challenging problems and learn from failure.
Citizenship – Contribute to my communities, working to develop a multi-faceted understanding of myself and of others.
- Participate in and contribute to the school and local community.
- Take responsibility for personal decisions and actions.
- Respect diversity and differing points of view.
- Practice responsible digital citizenship.
Thinking – Consider information carefully and use reason to make decisions and apply knowledge.
- Apply knowledge from various disciplines and contexts to real life situations.
- Analyze, evaluate, and synthesize information from multiple sources to build on knowledge.
- Apply systems thinking to explain the interaction and influence of related parts on each other, and on outcomes.
- Use technology to support and enhance the critical thinking process.
Collaboration – Work effectively in diverse groups.
- Collaborate as needed to advance learning.
- Collaborate effectively and respectfully.


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An experiment that involved reducing the workweek by one day led to a 40% boost in productivity in a Microsoft subsidiary in Japan.
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LUBBOCK, Texas (KCBD) - It has been over 275 days since we last saw the Red Raider football team in action, and there has been plenty of events that have happened since...
"Right now, we are awaiting a news conference from Texas Tech Athletics on the future of the Red Raider football program," KCBD Anchor Christy Hartin said on November 25, 2018. "After his third-consecutive losing season, Texas Tech has fired Kliff Kingsbury."
"It wasn't based on one game, it wasn't based on one season," Texas Tech Athletics Director Kirby Hocutt said November 25, 2018. "It was based on a pattern of inconsistency over the course of the last three seasons."
Exactly 5 days after this press conference, Kirby Hocutt focused in on his new head coach bringing in a new era of Texas Tech football.
"The sixteenth head coach in program history, Matt Wells, its officially official," I said back on November 30, 2018.
Three days later Kirby Hocutt introduced Matt Wells, "Please join me Red Raider Nation in welcoming our next head football coach, coach Wells."
Right from the start, he had to earn the fans trust.
As he left his alma mater of Utah State, for a place that he called special...
"I felt there had a chance to be a connection with the West Texas people and what I think Red Raider football probably has been and what it should be," Wells said. "And that's genuineness, it's a passion, it's a blue-collar work ethic, it's really being over-achievers in every sense."
From there Coach Wells hit the ground running...
From hiring his assistants to recruiting, and instilling a culture of "We, Us, and Our."
So fast-forward to now: the team has gone through spring drills, offseason workouts, the grinder of fall camp and is now gearing up to start a new era under Matt Wells.
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Art Rotterdam opened today at the Van Nellefabriek. For three days, this former factory will welcome nearly 90 Dutch and international galleries, an increase from last year. In its fifteen years of existence, Art Rotterdam has established itself as one of the largest contemporary international art fairs in the Netherlands.
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Performing Arts Preschool for girls! In addition to their ABCs and 123s, our students learn to sing, dance, perform, and memorize lines and much more! Students perform in three programs during the school year in addition to our yearly dance recital. Students take 2-3 field trips per year. Students must be potty trained and 3 years old by August 31st. Preschoolers learn a Jazz and a Power Tap routine which is performed throughout the school year and at our big recital show at the end of the year. (Preschool 3 class is an intro to Power Tap and only performs at end of year school program in studio. No costume required.) Students who are enrolled in our 3 year old class automatically have a spot in our 4 year old class, which fills up very fast. Costume fee is $150 for Preschool 4 and $75 for Preschool 3. Please contact Lori Earl (509)989-5421 to inquire about openings


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Another Enemy Within – Agency Turf Fights
Remember back to a few short days following 9/11?
We were frightened, by what had happened and by what might happen. Only the brave and the foolish were flying commercial aircraft. People avoided high buildings, and often each other – especially when a person looked "suspicious."
I remember a conversation with a tenant in an apartment house I own. He is young, of Arabic extraction, a secular Muslim (like a non-practicing Catholic), studying medicine. I asked him how things were going for him personally following the attack. He said things were a bit tense, but that he really didn't mind. According to my tenant, he would rather be checked five times as much as his Anglo friends if this would help catch another bad guy.
My friend took no offense at all; he welcomed the intrusion as proof that somebody was doing something positive.
In summary, what are these positive things that we have been doing, have been trying to do, and want to do?
Airport security comes immediately to mind. I sense that nobody really objects to the delays we experience when flying now, so long as they appear to be effective. I think the same can be said for delays entering government buildings, and with the intrusions some of us experience with monitoring of e-mail and other oversight processes that the FBI and other agencies are undertaking as time passes.
The key concept here is that these procedures need to be effective – they have to work.
After 9/11, I proposed a solution to the airport security problem in two articles for DefenseWatch ("Airline Safety: Simple Steps for Better Security," Nov. 14, 2001, and "Security, Common Sense and Gen. Joe Foss," Feb. 20, 2002).
I suggested that airport security was a simple matter of not letting any bad guys or bad stuff on any aircraft. I then proposed that in order to accomplish this, we: (1) require all personnel associated with airport and airline operations to take random, unannounced flights to ensure that they do their jobs effectively; (2) inspect all baggage including hold baggage using initial computerized screening to speed up the process, augmented by hand inspections of items rejected by the initial screening; (3) match hold baggage to passengers using transmitting chips on baggage and boarding passes; (4) screen all passengers against databases of known suspects, applying the latest computer technology; (5) arm aircrew members with non-lethal weapons, or with weapons that will not threaten the integrity of the aircraft; (6) assign security responsibility to airports, not the airlines or feds; (7) have the feds pay the initial costs, but let passengers pay the final costs with a $25 per ticket surcharge (eventually reimbursing the federal government for all costs).
Let's review each item on this list. What have we actually accomplished?
(1) Mandatory flights by airport workers: This hasn't even been addressed, although it would absolutely ensure that personnel connected with flight operations in any manner would do their jobs efficiently and carefully. The only change we have made in the screening process is to hire as federal employees most of the incompetent screeners who couldn't do the job properly in the first place.
(2) Computerized baggage screening: This recommended first step in the screening process also has not even been addressed – even though the technology exists on the shelf right now for most of the process.
(3) Matching checked baggage to boarding passes: Again, this proposal has also not been addressed, even though the airlines could implement this process within a week or so by putting existing resources to the task.
(4) Screening passengers to computer databases: This Item has been partially implemented in a handful of airports with limited success, but interagency squabbles and legal challenges from attorneys looking to gain a reputation have stymied the process.
(5) Arming aircrew with non-lethal weapons: This item has been implemented on a very limited basis – as a test – just this past week, a full nine months after the 9/11 attacks.
(6) Shifting security responsibilities from the airlines and federal government to airports: This item has been completely ignored; rather, the security process has been federalized.
(7) Cover costs of security with a $25 ticket surcharge: This item has not even been discussed, let alone examined for its merits.
Why have these perfectly sound proposals met with little or no reaction?
Call it bureaucratic territorial imperative: "If it didn't originate from this office, then it has no merit."
It seems to me that we are dealing with the safety of all of us. I am not particularly interested in whether or not this or that bureaucrat gets credit for an idea or control over an operation. As a citizen and taxpayer, I want things done yesterday, not tomorrow! I don't mind paying my share of the cost either. The federal government obviously has the funds immediately available. Use them to put a revamped security system in play. Pay them back later, but get them active now.
Airport security managers are most familiar with their unique security situations. Put them in charge and give them the funds to accomplish the necessary. Why are we still fiddling around with this stop-gap, with that interim solution? This is crazy! We are all at risk – let's get the job done now, with federal money, and make the beneficiaries ante up later.
Don't tell me we can't manufacture the necessary equipment for several months. Put enough people in the production pipeline, and you can equip every airport in the country within a month. Sure it will be expensive, but what are a few billion dollars against the lives of thousands of Americans? Get off the pot, people! Do what needs to be done! Now!
We face another serious problem that currently is completely out of control. Every day, hundreds of thousands of shipping containers arrive on our shores. Each of these is large enough to contain a Hiroshima-type nuclear bomb, such as Iraq may already have tested and built.
A close personal contact of mine developed a method for absolutely ensuring that these containers have not been compromised or tampered with following their initial loading and sealing. His technique is foolproof, inexpensive, and easy to implement. He presented his proposal to several high-level industry and government individuals, but was brushed off.
According to my friend, the officials with whom he spoke told him that his solution was impractical since the real problem lay at the source, during the initial loading process. This is patently self-serving BS. My contact's plan called for industry footing part of the bill for this system. By demonstrating the "impracticality" of such a system, they were off the hook for their share of the cost.
In fact, it would be relatively simple for the United States to implement an immediate policy that requires a U.S. inspector to personally certify the contents of any container destined for the United States. Granted, this would take a relatively large number of inspectors, thousands of them, in fact, but it is doable, and can be implemented within a week or so. Use military personnel initially to provide the certifications. Then, as inspectors are hired, replace the soldiers and sailors with civilian inspectors.
Bottom line, if you wish to ship a container to the United States, one of our guys must inspect it immediately prior to its being sealed. Thereafter, the system devised by my acquaintance will ensure that nothing violates the container integrity until it is opened at its destination.
Is it expensive? Sure! But it beats seeing Long Beach Harbor, or the Port of New York disappearing in a nuclear blast.
Vested interests and bureaucratic turf fights are the only thing holding this plan back – and create a real hazard for millions of Americans. What would you call someone who threatened your family and friends with death and destruction?
We heard last week that a credentialed committee has decided not to vaccinate every American against smallpox. Their ostensible reason is that some individuals may get sick and even die from the vaccination. Let me see if I understand this correctly: When smallpox was a recognized threat, receiving a vaccination as a small child was not an option; you had to do it. It was the law.
Smallpox is once again a recognized threat – am I missing something here? If we used to vaccinate people when the threat was real, then why are we not now vaccinating people, since the threat is once again very real? If we require individuals with the financial means to pay for their vaccinations, we can keep the cost relatively low.
Vested interests that exercise control over people's lives and health seem to be operating here. My response is, if you have something I need to remain alive, and if you refuse to give it to me (or sell it to me), that makes you my enemy.
We can have total airport security within a month, with relatively little disruption of travel. We can absolutely prevent the importation of shipping containers carrying weapons of mass destruction within a month or less. Within a week we can provide a significant degree of protection from a deadly biological threat at almost no cost.
So what is the problem? Why is none of this happening? If your representative in Congress is not doing anything about this, it's time to send him or her a clear message. These people have a clear responsibility to make these things happen now, and to do so without any reference to their own personal territorial imperatives.
President Bush said it very clearly immediately following the 9/11 attack: "If you're not with us, then you are with them."
Those who hold up measures like those proposed in this article are part of the problem, and we need to rid ourselves of their kind. Those elected officials who ignore the ugly spectacle of this bureaucratic inertia deserve the same harsh treatment. We should be ready to to take this to the ballot box this fall.
Robert G. Williscroft is DefenseWatch Navy Editor


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The Danger of Irreligion
See the accompanying article "The Dangers of Religion"
Human beings cannot decide if we will worship; we only decide what we will worship. This is the danger of irreligion. Every man realises that he is ephemeral, finite and limited; so each one has a hunger for significance, meaning and identity.… Read more
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Introduction Primary School Section
Baishan school is adhering to the concept of "train the international talent for the new age". Curriculum and teaching models are built around the stated goals in the daily teaching details. Baishan school students have superior learning hardware, a broader space for thinking and more independent learning environment.
Based on the concept of "integrated education", and the education mode of "taking children as the center and exploring as the basis", the research and development department of the Baishan Primary School has set up eight courses with unique characteristics: 1 National Course 2. Trans-disciplinary Course 3. American English Course 4. Sinology Course 5. Warm-heart Health Course 6. Specialty Development Course 7. Character developing Course 8. Study in the United States Program. The "National Course" includes all the nationally compiled textbooks, and compiles the daily curriculums of primary schools according to a certain percentage with " Trans-disciplinary Course ", "American English course", "Sinology Course" and "Specialty Development Course", and is Co-taught by Chinese and foreign teachers.
"Warm heart Health Course", "Character Growth Camp", and "Studying in the United States" are courses carried out in stages. For example, the "Character Growth Camp" is a project where students from each grade level live together for one week. "Studying in the United States" is a transnational activity, in which the sixth grade students collectively go to the United States to study for one semester, under the guidance of the teacher.


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