About three weeks ago I wrote an article about my son’s treatment for Thyroid cancer.
He was booked in provisionally to have further radiotherapy treatment* in July.
The good news is that his Oncologist has reviewed the data which shows that, although slower than normal, his protein levels are returning to a normal state.
It’s nice to have good news.
* Why’s it called Radiotherapy when there isn’t a radio in sight?
(Don’t all shout at once)
A couple of years ago my son was diagnosed with cancer of the thyroid.
He’s just been informed that his protein levels are low, which is indicative that maybe some cancerous cells have not been totally eradicated.
So he’s made the decision to go back into hospital in July for further Radioactive Iodine therapy.
He’s chosen July as we are all going on holiday to Portugal in June and the metal detectors and X ray machines positively hate him for a couple of months after the treatment. During his treatment he is kept in a room down the end of a long corridor well away from anyone else. Visiting him is for half an hour only and we are told only to speak from the doorway. (Bugger that).
He’s probably going to read this and hopefully I’d like him to comment on this post. (Go on I dare you).
Maybe some of you think that I’m being too flippant about this subject. However I think the boy understands that you have to make the most of what life throws at you. Live for the day.
My son’s one at least.
A couple of years ago you may recall that my son was diagnosed with Cancer of the thyroid. Over time he had an operation to remove his thyroid and a couple of courses of radiotherapy.
The only downside now is that he has a medication regime that he will have to adhere to for the rest of his life. This consists of daily doses of calcium and Thyroxin to do what his thyroid used to do.
A short while ago, his Oncologist decided that his Thyroxin dose was inadequate and need a higher daily dose. Last week my son contacted his GP to request resupply of his Thyroxin and let the GP know that the specialist had recommended the higher dose.
This bloody doctor of his insisted on confirming with the specialist before a dose change could be actioned. He wouldn’t take the word of my son. (Incidentally my son has a Masters degree in Chemistry).
Consequentially my son had no medication for a week as his doctor didn’t see the need to actually phone the Oncologist and check the dosage.
My son’s boss actually had to send my son home this afternoon as the boy looked so ill.
This is not the first time my son’s GP has been an utter prat. Last year he decided he could prescribe a generic thyroxin that was cheaper. Which didn’t work in my son’s case. His specialist was not amused then. He will probably and hopefully go ballistic at the GP.
I’m not sure why they are paid so much.
