Showing posts with label Sock knitting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sock knitting. Show all posts

November 18, 2015

Sock knitting/oncology again

Yesterday was oncology. Mr Mog was prodded and questioned on pain etc. A decision was made
Scan and a blast of radiotherapy today but higher area than last times marathon.
Sock knitting continues. The scan has been done we are now waiting for his radiotherapy session.
Oncologist has been to check the scans and give us both huge hugs. 
She is a star and always puts us at ease despite the anxiety. We are lucky to have her as Mr Mogs oncologist.

Mr M has to have a tablet prior as the area being done can cause nausea. We have been told that there can be a sore throat and possible inflammation of the lungs. The pain will probably be worse before it improves:(. 
But it's treatment and that's the positive thing.
Vibes are always appreciated.
Thank you

January 29, 2012

Rituals

Whatever path we follow we all have rituals. They may be something simple such as the morning routine of get up, shower etc.
They may be complex magical rituals involving hours of preparation.
They may just be a necessary thing on a traumatic day

I have always taken socks to knit to Mr Mogs hospital appointments. I started when he first had radiotherapy and have continued through the years of checkups. It doesn't feel right not to have a sock on The needles.
I always felt that the continuing good news was helped by my maintaining a ritual sock knit.
Tomorrows appointment is a little (a lot) more traumatic than usual.
If the psa has risen at all then a decision needs to be made regarding mri scans, bone scans and the like.
Then if those results confirm the psa score a decision on chemo. All a little if and if but I prefer that. It isn't cut and dried there is hope and there is positive thinking.

Part of that positive thinking involves this little ritual of sock on needles.
An easy enough ritual for a person to carry out
No?

All positive thoughts welcomed please as always

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