A week ago I sheered a slice off my ankle bone(fibula). Long story short, cat got out, grabbed cat, foot moved, shoe didn’t, fell and landed on foot. On cement. The next day, my neighbour took me to emergency. Bone broken, in air cast. No weight bearing for at least 2 weeks. Bought a walker with the air cast, but my upper body strength is nil so I sucked at using it. Neighbour brought me crutches and same thing. I was really really feeling sorry for myself at that point. Then….my aunt brought me a knee stroller! What a game changer! Still not 100% mobile, can’t really carry anything one handed or drive, but it won’t be so bad. Only concern I have is how the healing is going to go because of the cancer and drugs etc. time will tell.

My neighbour is awesome, driving me where I need to go and doing light housework for me, and my family is also reaching out to help.

Had my follow up with the GPO today. Cancer antigen markers are up again. Not a good thing, but they aren’t changing my drugs just yet. She wants to wait and see what the CT shows that I’m scheduled for on Sept 13th. I’m not holding my breath. I’m working on coming to terms with IV chemo being next. Probably before the end of the year.

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Community Heath Services contacted me and yesterday a care nurse was here. I went over my situation and why I wanted to start this process now. She was here for about an hour and asked a ton of questions. She seemed really interested in me and my life. I definitely didn’t feel like just a case. Finally. For now, they’ll keep in touch with me about once a month unless I request someone sooner. She’s also going to get a nutritionist to contact me.

I finally feel less fearful and more content than I have in a very long time. I have direction.