All change

In my posting in July I mentioned that I had asked my wonderful consultant about referring me to The Royal Marsden hospital’s sarcoma team for my follow up surveillance.

At 2pm today I had my first consultation appointment with the sarcoma team at The Royal Marsden. The waiting room was absolutely packed and I waited nervously for my name to be called.

I was concerned that they wouldn’t take my case on but that I had sort of ‘discharged myself’ from my previous consultant’s care. I was worried that they would perhaps think I was over anxious about follow up scans or perhaps that they would recommend I stay with my existing hospital. I was concerned that although they are a centre of excellence for sarcoma in the UK, that the person I was assigned wouldn’t know about Phyllodes – after all there are over 70 different sub-types of sarcoma.

So despite my waiting only a very short time, I was more than a little anxious. Had I made the right decision in asking my lovely consultant to refer me? Would he take me back if I hadn’t? What would I do if they didn’t take me on as a patient? What would I do if they changed my follow up surveillance schedule in a way that worried me more?

Phew, I’ve been called.

I first met with the nurse who explained what would happen and who I would be seeing. She then left me in the little consulting room whilst I waited for the Registrar. Seemed like ages and once again all my anxieties were kicking in. The Registrar then arrived and ran through my medical history and also asked about my siblings, parents and grandparents’ medical history. She also told me that my case had been discussed at today’s MDT (multi-disciplinary team) meeting in detail.

And then, she asked the question that I was most worried about answering… why was I here and what did I want from the Royal Marsden? So I told her why (see previous post) but I also told her about our Facebook “Phyllodes Support Group” and what I’ve been doing with Living Beyond Diagnosis. She asked a few more questions and then said she’d return with the consultant.

I was then left in the little consulting room on my own… and yes the little voice in my head was once again telling me that they wouldn’t have me as a patient etc etc.

I was terrifically grateful when the door opened once more and the Registrar came back into the room accompanied by a consultant. He introduced himself and we spoke briefly about me, my medical history, why I requested the referral and my previous care.

He then asked more about the Phyllodes Support Group and was terrifically impressed with the number of members, the information and experience sharing, the documents and reference papers that have been collated and also the polls and data that we were collecting and sharing within the group. He also said that he felt that should we, as a group, wish for some assistance or input for the group, then I should just ask and he would try to facilitate this for us.

I was also able to tell him about the report that is currently being finalised containing a section about Phyllodes from the contact I have met at two Cancer data conferences in the UK. He would love to see a copy of this when published.

It goes without saying that I will be looking at what input will be useful from RMH and also what we can provide to RMH from the group… certainly it would be fabulous to have a medical facility, who specialises in sarcoma, to take an active interest in the group members and their health. Watch this space!

We then returned to my health and monitoring for recurrence or metastases from the excised malignant phyllodes tumours. We agreed that my previous consultant had done an excellent surgical job in removing both of the tumours and then ensuring that sufficient clear margins were obtained. He agreed with the advice that I should not have any adjuvant radiotherapy at this time. He also agreed that the screening regimen implemented in my previous hospital was the best to quickly identify any local recurrence (together with my own personal checks). We then spoke about any requirements for any additional screening/surveillance for possible metastases, particularly with regard to the malignancy and mitoses of the excised tumours. He suggested and has requested that I have a 6-monthly chest x-ray at the same time as my existing scans ie annual mammogram with intervening 6 monthly ultrasound of both breasts.  This chest x-ray will be looking for any traces of naughty cells in my lungs.

I left RMH this afternoon feeling that I had made the right decision to ask to be referred. Perhaps I should have made the request at an earlier stage and saved myself some levels of anxiety along the way.  But I also know that I couldn’t have managed to do that before now.

I am, of course, sorry that I won’t be hearing my, now previous, lovely consultant refer to me as ‘Miss Lumpy Bumpy’ again but I’m so very grateful for his care up until now and can only say that whoever the patient is who gets my slot on his busy schedule is a very very lucky lady.  Perhaps I shall pop in with a box of biscuits for him and the team when I’m next passing my old hospital.

So that’s it. Next scans/checks are in January. Between now and then I’ve got a number of cancer conferences to attend, not least the annual Sarcoma conference which this year is in Italy. They were asking for patient advocate attendees to speak at the conference and I’ve put my name forward.  I would love the opportunity to tell them all about our Phyllodes Support Group and also about Phyllodes itself, in the hope that perhaps more medics and researchers will be more aware and knowledgeable.

JobieJo and Steve get married

Whoohooo my lovely friends JobieJo and Steve have finally got married (hehehe)… had to share it because of this awesome picture!

mobley big picA medley of other pictures which I think demonstrate what a fabulous party we had too.

8 Sep 2012Congratulations to the wonderful Mr and Mrs Mobley x

Pilot Study/Clinical Trial – your input please

As many of you know I volunteer my time for a number of health/cancer related organisations and projects. One of these relates to clinical trials, pilots and medical research.

Today I was invited to attend a meeting relating to pilot research project for a gynaecological cancer. For confidentiality reasons I can’t go into too much detail about the pilot so forgive the slightly ambiguous detail.

Previous papers and an outline of the project had been sent to me by email for review and comment prior to the meeting. However today’s meeting was with one a lead clinician and a surgeon to understand in more depth the pilot, the background and also their previous findings.

My input, together with a couple of other volunteers, will then be to review the documentation further, advise on the patient information aspect of the documentation and also to voice any concerns that we may have about the pilot, improvements or other care considerations that we believe necessary to include, as if we are patients ourselves. Once this round of paperwork is complete the project will then be presented for grant funding.

If funding is found, this pilot will, if successful, lead to a full European clinical trial, which again, will require further funding to be obtained.

The process is lengthy and time consuming and is driven by otherwise already busy clinicians. However to see their passion at getting this pilot off the ground and hearing about the study itself and the ‘prospective’ benefits to future patients diagnosed with this cancer is incredible, inspiring and has to be admired.

The study aims to show that by having these additional and specific scans, they are able to identify potential spread, metastases or recurrence of this cancer at a much earlier and specific stage, as well as determine if there are specific nodes that need removal (ie without the need to remove unnecessary nodes, as is sometimes undertaken now). The team are aiming to show that with this ‘small’ additional intervention, that advanced cancer can be avoided or reduced and mortality rates decreased substantially.

I was fascinated seeing the early details for presentation and further understanding the additional risks (very low) to a participant taking part. Gosh if they’re right and can prove it in the full blown trial, it will make huge headway in the reduction of advanced cancer and death for this particular type of cancer but also prospectively for other cancer types that behave in a similar way.

Why am I telling you this little bit? Well I figured that many of the readers of this blog do so because they themselves have or know someone diagnosed with cancer or another long term condition.

I’m after your opinions/comments please.

What would be the important things you’d like to know in the patient information presented to you, to encourage you to participate in a study or clinical trial?

As a study participant in this pilot, you would be asked to receive further scans (with tracer dye) and an additional couple of hours added to your ‘regular’ hospital checkup programme.

Who would you like to speak to about the trial, should it be offered to you?

How much information would you like to receive? And in what format?

Is it important to you to know the outcome of the study/trial (if possible)?

Paralympics – Athletics

Wow what a day.  Aquatics in the morning, then catching up with old colleagues for a drink in the Olympic Park, a snooze in front of the big screens with one eye watching the events and then an evening of Athletics.

How blessed am I to have experienced most of the Olympic Venues.

My good friend Marie-Claire joined me this evening.  We are perfectly positioned to see the entire track and also the discus, javellin and long jump areas.  The atmosphere was incredible and even more so when we saw races with amazing competitors such as David Weir in them.

Paralympic AthleticsAn incredible evening and my oh my do those athletes deserve every cheer they get during the Paralympics.  I can’t imagine the strength of these individuals to compete at this level in spite of any disabilities.  Much much respect.

Paralympics – Aquatics

I managed to buy online tickets for 5 of us (3 adults and 2 children) to get to a swimming event in the Aquatics Centre.  Despite the comments of many that tickets to the Olympic and Paralympic Games were impossible to buy, it’s paid off to keep checking the website and be ready to pounce if there are tickets available.  Clearly they’re being released at different times.

Paralympic SwimmingWe had a wonderful day and I was so pleased that my friend’s children were able to attend an event and also experience the buzz in the Olympic Park.

Attempted intruder

I live in London.  A part of London that has a wonderful community.  I’m blessed with neighbours that look out for me and are always kind enough to take in parcels when I’m away or watch out for anything suspicious… a rare event!

However just after 5am today I disturbed someone attempting to get into my property.  I had not long been up for a wee (probably too much information but hey!) and was just drifting back to sleep when I heard a scuffling noise.  I can recall thinking ‘oh it’s OK, it must be FoxyLoxy playing in the garden’ (I have a friendly fox that chills out in my garden or plays with balls and shoes that he finds!).  After a few seconds I realised that the noise was coming from the front of the house and not the garden.  With uber trepidation I opened the bedroom door and could see shadows of two people crouching down outside my front door.  Not sure what my heartrate was doing but worried that they could hear it from outside I stood stock still and gathered my thoughts and what to do.  Do I dial 999 and have to hope they’re not through the door before he police get here?  Do I open the door and confront them (hey I’m pretty scary at the time of the morning)?  Do scream and hope that the noise I make is more than a girly whisper?  Then I remembered that the front door is alarmed and all I needed to do was get to the front door to set it off.  Phew I managed it and they scarpered PDQ.

Then I called the police.  The police were here within a few minutes and did a drive around to see if they could see the intruders loitering anywhere.  Sadly they didn’t find anyone.

I’m thankful for my new security door.  How bloody dare they attempt to break in whilst we sleep in our beds in our own homes surrounded by possessions we’ve worked for?

 

“Music in the Courtyard”

The Royal Academy in London’s West End is within an amazing architectural building that houses and displays some fantastic works of art all year round. I particularly love (and have mentioned before) their Summer Exhibition.

Tonight though they hosted the London Philharmonic Orchestra for a concert in their wonderful courtyard.  The programme was a good mixture of orchestral and vocal performances.  Ravel, Dukas, Dupac and Chausson – French Impressionists to accompany the artwork currently on display in their exhibition “From Paris: A Taste of Impressionism”.

Fortunately the weather was kind to us and there was no need for the poncho which was provided (along with a bar of Lindt chocolate) with our programme.

Truly a magical night. The setting was stunning. The acoustics fabulous. The performance incredible.

For a limited time you can see and hear the concert (click here) – I have to confess to having done so a number of times since it’s upload!

I really hope they do more than just this one off concert in the future. It was a joy to see the LPO perform in these surroundings AND the ticket price was affordable to all at £12 per seat.

Paralympics – Archery and Shooting

Another Auntie Anna Adventure Day at the Paralympics.  This time with my nephew Joe.  Also joining us is a great friend from Sydney, PJ.

First things first we needed flags!  Joe and I had British flags and PJ couldn’t decide where his loyalties lay so had the British flag on one cheek and the Australian on the other!

Paralympic Archery1I had managed to get tickets to the Archery and Shooting events.  This combination was great for us as it meant that we could switch between the shooting indoors or the archery outside.

Paralympic Archery At one point during the shooting Joe gasped with excitement at the scores and two coaches turned around to look at us.  I was fully expecting that we’d be told off for making a noise but instead they presented Joe with some badges from their teams.

Paralympic Archery3Also in the venue grounds was a statue of the Paralympic mascot, Mandeville.  Nearby were some volunteers with a Paralympic torch.  Too much for us not to have our photos taken with both!

Paralympic Archery2We also had the opportunity to try our hand at Archery.  What a wonderful short lesson we all had and even managed to hit a target on more than one occasion.

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Let the Paralympics begin

I’m giggling and can’t help but see the irony as I eagerly await the Opening Ceremony of the London 2012 Paralympics.

12 years ago in Sydney, the Paralympics started in a similar way. With me with my feet up and bandages a-go-go!

Haha I even found a copy of my Wittering home from 2000:

“…Let’s start with the injuries. Dave, Margot and myself were playing tennis. My game against Dave. I’m a few points up and I step forward to take the shot and step back on my right leg. You know that sound of an elastic band stretching and then that sound of a twang – well imagine that in your leg! I stumbled back to the apartment where I ensconced myself on the sofa for the foreseeable. Fortunately Dave was here so I was able to get food and drink bought to me! Crawl to the loo and crawl to bed.

On Monday night Dave was playing tennis again and had a long match against PJ (Playstation Jason). He arrived back and told me (whilst I was still on the sofa) that he was going to ache the next day but at least he didn’t hurt his leg!

The folllowing morning Dave woke me at about 8.30am, way past his usual work leaving time, to tell me that his back hurt and he couldn’t drive to work or put his socks on. He then challenged me to a race to the kettle!

This was the beginning of our own Paralympics.”

We then spent the next few weeks with joint medical and physio appointments and a pulley system to be able to get the drinks and meals from the kitchen to the sofas!

We were also very fortunate to have Margot and PJ delivering food and booze to us daily… but more to the point we got to watch the whole of the Sydney Paralympics 2000. It truly was an inspiration.

I was therefore not going to miss out on the opportunity to get to the London 2012 Paralympics. The first set of tickets bought at the very first opportunity and many other tickets bought since. Yes I shall be taking my nephew to experience a Paralympic event and I’ve purchased tickets for my niece to attend an equestrian event with her Mum too. I’m going to more events with friends and other small people.

 

I sooooo can’t wait.

Except… oh the irony….

I think a picture will speak far better than words!

Yep, my ankle has blown up to the size of a boccia ball… not sure why… but know that I can barely walk! PS The lump on the left is my ‘over-sized’ ankle not my heel!  Ha, oh no, not again!

However my ankle will heal. I will walk again (not hobble and hop).

But will I achieve anything like the achievements and accomplishments that will occur in the next few weeks here in London at the Paralympics?

Watch, participate, inspire, encourage…  Let the Paralympics begin…

The Cook’s Tale : About an apprentice called Perkin Reveller

From The Canterbury Tales:

There lived a ‘prentice, once, in our city,
And of the craft of victuallers was he;
Happy he was as goldfinch in the glade,
Brown as a berry, short, and thickly made,
With black hair that he combed right prettily.
He could dance well, and that so jollily,
That he was nicknamed Perkin Reveller.

Or (my preferred choice):

At the Perkin Reveller, we love to celebrate life’s simple pleasures, over a platter of seasonal British food and a jug of locally brewed beer, a glass of exceptional wine or a cup of the finest tea in England!

Why?

I was invited to have lunch today at a new restaurant, Perkin Reveller, in the arches of Tower Wharf.  The restaurant is due to open any moment and they wanted some people to critique the restaurant, menu, food, service and ambiance.

 

Pic of our starters and one of the puds… I forgot to take pics of our main courses!

Of course there were a few teething problems but hey that’s why they asked us to come in and critique.  But it wasn’t with the food, which was all absolutely scrumptious!  And the small issues I’m sure will be ironed out quickly.

The Perkin Reveller joins new with old, the restaurant area being in a new building with a great deal of glass and then cuts neatly in to the bar area which is within the walls of Tower Bridge.  A great location with fabulous views of both Tower Bridge and also down the River Thames.

The menu is varied and has a wonderful choice of meat, fish and vegetarian options throughout together with a rounded choice of puds and starters.  I love that you can order Welsh rarebit as a savoury ‘ending’ to your meal!  The wine list is comprehensive and they serve locally brewed beer too.  I also adored the lime and soda that we had when we first arrived, a little flustered and hot.  Not your usual lime and soda, I might add.  But one with freshly squeezed lime juice and sugar syrup to sweeten, poured and served over lashings of ice… totally refreshing and delicious.

Not outrageously expensive but they did that annoying thing of charging extra for every vegetable, so watch out on the ‘sides’ ordering – grrr why do they do that?

Review by Big Hospitality – The mention long banqueting-style tables…. think they may need to revisit…

Review by Design my night

Definitely one to return to and sample some more from their diverse menu.

I can also totally see the bar being one of those little known hideaway secrets for a little late night drinkypoo!