A broken night of sleep with a few trips to the loo. I think my bladder has had enough of the zapping every day, thankfully not much longer to go now. The flow is getting noticeably slower every day, particularly immediately after the radiotherapy.
Today I managed to get the bladder right first time, it’s a shame treatment is coming to and end as I’m just starting to get the hang of it!
Had another good chat with my radiologist and he has asked if he can share my blog with his colleagues at the clinic. Absolutely fine, it’s exactly why I write it. I have also been asked if I will write a piece for the clinic to use in newsletters etc. I shall look forward to doing that, more ‘therapy’ for me!
Back home to work, it feels like I’m getting back to normal with work, well, very nearly. It’ll feel more normal when I can just see clients without having to complete a ‘germ check’!
Late in the day, I had a call from the insurance company that I have my other critical illness policy with. They confirmed that the claim has been agreed and that payment will be with me next week.
So, both of the insurance companies have paid out with very little fuss or stress.
It makes me even more passionate about advising clients to have these policies. I now have financial options that I wouldn’t have without having these contracts in place.
The only thing about getting these claims paid is it makes you realise you are actually ill! I have absolute faith in ‘the team’ who are caring for me and I have no reason to disbelieve what they told me about my prognosis at the very beginning of this journey.
It inevitably makes you think about your mortality and Paula and I had a conversation about what happens if this doesn’t go my way. This ain’t an easy conversation to have, but perfectly natural.
Financially, things were put in place some time ago to take care of that worry. Emotionally of course, it’s a bit more difficult.
I won’t go into what we spoke about but I think it’s really important to say that even though I’m a positive person, you also have to be realistic and there is no point in sticking your head in the sand and hoping that the problem, if there is one, goes away.
You have to confront, even the unpleasant things, head on.
At the end of our conversation I think we both felt happier, seems a silly thing to say, but it’s good that we can have these difficult conversations and be able to tell each other how we feel.
So, we edge ever closer to the end of treatment and this ‘chapter’ of treatment ending and a new one beginning. What the next eight weeks ‘rest’ will entail I will find out when I speak with my oncologist this week.
Have a good day!