May 16 - run to the hills gypsy

Never a dull moment, and never a good explanation 

Picture this - couple of days ago is my big day - I go in to hospital to get a tonne of blood tests and a whole body CT to assess whether I qualify for the drug trial. 

Consult with the doctor - tick

Up to the oncology ward for drip insertion, blood tests, ECG - tick

wait around a few hours (may as well keep the drip in so no quickies home allowed) - oh, I dont feel so good

get to radiology, ask them to check my temperature, 38.5...WTF?

Insist on getting the scan - because I'm not backing out this late in the game

Endure that wonderful I've just pissed myself with scalding hot urine sensation from the contrast (seriously if you've never had iodine CT contrast, you are so missing out) 

Then I haul my sorry ass over to ED

"Why are you febrile?" they ask

"I don't know" I answer, truthfully and innocently...

 

I have to confess, I did have a wee temperature, 37.6, on the 2nd and 3rd days previously, but not yesterday, so I ignored it, but I didnt want to get septic like last time

So, poor things, they had to keep me overnight for observation and more tests, none of which showed a cause. Panadol worked beautifully. They were forced to let me go. 

 

It was 2.30 am when they finally got the last result through (respiratory PCR) and said "you can go now if you want" Well, I wasn't in the mood to walk home at that time of night, nor was I going to drag anyone out of bed to drive my disheveled self the measly1km home, so I held the blanket tight "I'll leave once its daylight" I offered. Fortunately they chose to succumb to my superior negotiating skills and incredible common sense. Private hospitals right?

 

Home, its now 2 days later, both fever free

How do you explain that?

Cancer fever my oncologist says

Never heard of it, I think its Hospital Allergy

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Now I did actually get some vital information

As you recall, I have been treatment free for several months, so no surprise my metastases have grown

(maybe don't compare to the previous scan, you'll wish you hadn't) 

Here is a liver slice - the black splodges on the left are the mets:

 

I have decided to rebrand them

Meet the new punk rock group "The Flaming Metastases"

(Iron Maiden meets Fleetwood Mac, if you must know)

They have tatts and rotten fangs, lots of groupies hanging round boozing and procreating, and coming soon, fireworks

Now, we are off to practice jammin' and get ourselves drugged out man....