My journey with the big C in my gut – goals, memories, daily insights, challenges and maybe an occasional cry for help!
On Friday morning at 11am I will be lying on a CT Scan bed while it determines the exact location of the Alien Trump. Once located; I will be meeting with the Radiology Team who will let me know when we start 15 days in a row of Radiation Therapy (about 15 minutes each time). Adenbrooks... Continue Reading →
On the fifth of July - they gave me three months (12 weeks) to live (unless I underwent an 18 week course of Chemo-Therapy.) Six weeks in on the Programme; there was a complication which resulted in finding out that there had been a 60% reduction in the size of the tumour and it had... Continue Reading →
I don't have a large family left - my sister Gail (originally a Miller, then Altieri - now Fusco) lives in the Philly area. My sister has three children and six GrandChildren that are my extended family, on her side. My son Ian is a Music Teacher in Florida and is currently applying to a... Continue Reading →
It's 5.45am on the 26th of October in Bury St Edmunds Hospital, where I've spent 36 days and nights since the 8th of July, 2018. During that time an eternity has passed. I've spent 576 hours being on the receiving end of poison being directly injected into my heart through tubes injected directly into my veins... Continue Reading →
I entered the Bury St Edmunds Hospital on FUNday night (the 21st of October) to begin the last 96-hours of non-stop ChemoTherapy. I'm now hooked up to a glucose drip to hydrate me. The Chemo will begin in about four hours. I haven't slept too well over the night, in spite of taking a sleeping... Continue Reading →
Let me ask you a question? How are you going to die? When are you going to die? Three months ago: I woke up, about now and knew I had to visit the hospital for tests' results? I was fat, happy and healthy (I thought!) First, the Back Story: When I was fourteen; I had... Continue Reading →
It is with a tinge of sadness, a bit of relief and no sense of remorse that I (Chemo Doug) must tell you that Douglas Neil Miller has moved on to another plain of existance at 7.16pm GMT, (almost exactly the three months after he was diagnosed with inoperable Cancer.) He was with friends and his... Continue Reading →
On the fifth of July, 2018 - my world turned upside down. The results of the tests came in and without treatement I would have three months to live. THAT'S FRIDAY! The fifth of October. Instead of dying - I choose to live! On Friday I will complete the fifth series (of six) treatments of Chemo.... Continue Reading →
It's been a tough weekend. They increased the dosage of the Chemo (I guess they thought I wasn't suffering enough) and it is stronger. My legs feel like they're tingling (almost on fire), joints ache, a few bouts of what I guess is nausea, reduced appetite, sleepless nights due to legs and generally feeling somewhat... Continue Reading →
