And on...
Life sometimes moves fast and I can hardly keep up.
We've been back in New Zealand for another wedding, surrounded by family and friends, gorging myself on Chinese pork belly, roast lamb, crayfish, mussels, Peking duck, chocolate and lemon coconut wedding cake, but sadly no marshmallow easter eggs were to be seen anywhere in South Auckland. Nevertheless, it was a detour from the diet for a few days and divine it was.
I'm back into hospital tomorrow for another infusion of the mighty Panitumumab. My face is slowly ever so slowly improving, with nary a pustule though the skin sheds itself horribly. The tip of my nose has a bounty of shedding skin and my eyebrows currently rain dandruff. My eyelashes are growing longer and darker. My upper body is unfortunately getting worse. The rash is staying about the same in spread and colour, but many more pustules are forming. I wake each morning with my nightshirt spotted in blood, with the skin on my back crusted in scabs.
And we were hoping to see some improvement around this time frame!
Sleep is gradually getting better, as it does in the second week, and I'm currently hitting almost six hours of uninterrupted sleep, a magnificent feeling. Perhaps I'm in preparation for another baby, getting used to operating on sleep deprivation. (Nobody pregnant in this house - my sperm is in a freezer somewhere in the city...)
We've been back in New Zealand for another wedding, surrounded by family and friends, gorging myself on Chinese pork belly, roast lamb, crayfish, mussels, Peking duck, chocolate and lemon coconut wedding cake, but sadly no marshmallow easter eggs were to be seen anywhere in South Auckland. Nevertheless, it was a detour from the diet for a few days and divine it was.
I'm back into hospital tomorrow for another infusion of the mighty Panitumumab. My face is slowly ever so slowly improving, with nary a pustule though the skin sheds itself horribly. The tip of my nose has a bounty of shedding skin and my eyebrows currently rain dandruff. My eyelashes are growing longer and darker. My upper body is unfortunately getting worse. The rash is staying about the same in spread and colour, but many more pustules are forming. I wake each morning with my nightshirt spotted in blood, with the skin on my back crusted in scabs.
And we were hoping to see some improvement around this time frame!
Sleep is gradually getting better, as it does in the second week, and I'm currently hitting almost six hours of uninterrupted sleep, a magnificent feeling. Perhaps I'm in preparation for another baby, getting used to operating on sleep deprivation. (Nobody pregnant in this house - my sperm is in a freezer somewhere in the city...)