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DrivetimeYou are in: London > Radio > 94.9 Presenters > Drivetime > Hodgkin's Lymphoma diary Eddie with radio colleagues Hodgkin's Lymphoma diary91热爆 London presenter Eddie Nestor was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma - cells in the lymph nodes that have become cancerous - in February this year. Here he writes about his diagnosis, treatment and recovery. Week 16This diary feels like Friends Reunited or something. I'm reading messages from people I haven鈥檛 seen or spoken to in years and from people dear to me that I have lost contact with. It is fantastic and oh so humbling. How can you feel anything but positive when you are the recipient of so much love? Yes I do still get down but I only have two more chemo sessions to go. Then I have so much work to do. I have always wanted to become a mentor, to help youngsters. The last time I went into a prison it was to open an art wing at Pentonville. Eddie with Eartha Kitt I was embarrassed by how many people knew me in there and how many times 鈥淓ddie Nesta鈥 was shouted along the corridor. I must do what I can to help. I have to get one of those police check thingies done and if I pass we will see what we can do. I have also got to try and raise some money for cancer research. [Someone was telling me the other day that by 2016 cancer will be like diabetes] Look at me I go from one extreme to another. 鈥淵es Eddie you can do all these things and more but first you need to concentrate on getting better.鈥 Sorry I got carried away. But that is the thing once you stop feeling sorry for yourself, you just feel like there is so much to do. That you have come face to face with your mortality and life isn鈥檛 actually all that bad. Just two more鈥ust two more. My taste buds have gone crazy. The spicier the food the better. When I came out of hospital I was 11st 3lbs I got on the scales this morning and I weighed 12st 10lbs. My tummy has come back and everything. I am blaming my mum and the fact that with cancer your taste goes a bit funny so everything needs to be spiced up. It is terrible I have been trying to eat healthily, smoothie in the morning and all of that but I have also been eating all manner of sauces, apple crumble, pizzas, the works. Food and music have been cheering me up. Only two to go. I have purposely avoided writing this diary on the Thursday before my treatment because it is much more difficult to keep upbeat. Do you want to know something strange? I feel sick as soon as I step into the hospital. Isn鈥檛 that weird? Before they have stuck a needle in or poisoned me or anything, I just feel sick. I cant be the only one to feel like that when I get to the hospital car park but then again looking on the bright side there are only two more to go/ Thanks for your ideas on relaxation and positive thought. Please keep them coming in and I will do my best to try them all. Week 15Sitting here feeling sorry for myself so thought I would put pen to paper, so to speak, and get on with something useful. Just coming out of another chemo head and have to admit that physically it has not been as bad as some but mentally it has been worse than most. I am talking about it more though, hoping that it gets the negatives out of my head. One of the things I have realised is that just as I have got myself into a positive frame of mind I have to go through chemo again. But there are only two more and then my rehabilitation truly begins. So much to be thankful for, so much to celebrate, I just need to get to where I can appreciate it.
Tuesday was a shocker, Jane Tomlinson a woman diagnosed with terminal breast cancer seven years ago, a woman who had raised 拢1.7million for cancer charities finally lost her battle for life. She managed to achieve so much and inspire so many in those years my thoughts go out to her family and friends. The reality is though that more and more people are living with the condition and for them it is not terminal that we need to take comfort from that. I thought I did so well last week not to mention my mum going back to St Lucia. But wow I miss her. My weight is sure to go back down to what it was before her arrival. There were so many times when she would cook for me and force me to eat when if were on my own I just would not have bothered. She calls every day on those Call Mama cards you get. Happy to hear from her but it makes me sad when she says bye. What a saddo I am aye crying for my mum. I don鈥檛 care, I miss her. I have only just realised how much time I spend on my own. I know it probably seems longer because on the bad, sorry healing, days I am obviously not working but I will have to work out something positive to do whilst getting back up to speed. I just spent some time looking at the diary responses and wow what a lift that is. In fact that is what has given me the encouragement to do the diary today. I am interested to know what different people do to wind down. To take the strain off. I am hoping my "mind stress" is just temporary but what do you do to relax? How do you take your foot off the gas. Do you have something that works for you. Is there a secret.听 Because I would love for you to tell me so I could try it. Please let me know 鈥 a bath, a candle, gardening 鈥 whatever I would love you to tell me. And talking about stress I am scheduled to return to work this Thursday and Kath has just called to say that our bosses would really love for drivetime to come from Walthamstow on that day as part of our 鈥淥n the Road Tour鈥, but only if I felt up to It, no pressure. Of course I should have just said no but in reality maybe I should get them to read this diary so they know they have only succeeded in giving me something else to worry about. Week 14I am sorry but I delayed writing this week's diary in order to tell you about an event I attended this week in honour of Nelson Mandela. I was excited and scared because I have not been out since I found out I have cancer. Weird, I know, but even though I have been invited to events I have just concentrated on getting better. Eddie and wife Lisa My chemo is every fortnight and it is basically one good week, one bad so that eliminated some things straight away but the opportunity to honour one of the great men of our time was not something I wanted to pass up. And anyway my wife needed a night out. Mind you we nearly didn't make it. On the Saturday before the event she was stung on her top lip by a mosquito. And wow did it swell up. She looked like a cartoon. And yes I did lie to her. "Never mind baby .It doesn't look that bad." How come we get mosquitoes in England anyway? I thought they were in hot countries and we have hardly had a blazing hot summer this year have we? Thankfully, the swelling went down, my worries about going out were set aside, and we made our way, suited and booted, to the Dorchester hotel where we mingled with the stars. And though I wasn't able to move around in the way I would have liked we had a brilliant time and the food and entertainment was fantastic. It is nice to go out; I don't know what I was worrying about. I guess somewhere in my mind I thought that sick people didn't go out. If you have cancer you stayed at home and hoped that you got better, that people, who knew, would not think I was really ill if I turned up at "a do." It is funny how things turn out. A woman came up to me at the on the night and introduced herself. Well, no, actually she did not introduce herself. She asked me how Walthamstow was. I told her that I had moved uptown to Wanstead and we had a laugh. She then said that she had read the diary and found it touching. That kind of thing always puts me on the back foot. I am honoured that any one would read about my troubles. Then she said it, I didn't expect this at all. She said I am going through the same thing. Now when you go to these events you have lots of light conversations with lots of people. But you probably only have one or two which, you will remember and it was obvious that even though we had not even got to dinner this was going to be my "meaningful" conversation. It was breast cancer and she recognised all the self doubt. She was with her husband and we just got into this cancer talk. It was like we had something in common. I told her it would be alright, that she should not worry too much, and that a positive attitude would help. All the bloody things that I wish I could tell myself. It is only now through some of the comments I have read in this diary and the people I have talked to since being diagnosed that I truly understand there are so many people living with cancer and so many survivors. Week 13There were a few things I forgot to put in last week's diary which seem really important now. One is how hard it is to find a vein in my {bloody} arm to give the chemo and how much it adds to my dislike of every other Friday. I hope the nurses do not think I am rude but it is all I can do not to get up and run out of there.听 I don鈥檛 really have any alternative though, do I? Eddie with Vanessa, Kim & Kath After the infection, I cannot/will not have a picc or Hickman line, so I have to be a pincushion. Luckily enough we did it in two this time, which seemed like a dream. Stress is a weird thing and affects different people in different ways.听 My wife, who I am in pains not to forget during this whole experience, is now suffering from high blood pressure - not good. Not at her age anyway, but you can hardly tell someone not to worry can you? Well you can I suppose鈥ell them the news is good and to focus on all the positive things even when you yourself cannot. You can tell them but you cannot make them do it.听 In a strange way, although I know we are closer, I also have a greater appreciation of the things we now choose to hold back from each other.听 To tell others for our defence and protection.听 I had a chance to talk to Sarah, the senior sister on the Medical Day Unit, she was keen to know how I was doing鈥 know how I was really doing!!听 So I told her I was hating every living moment of it.听 And although the physical side was causing me concern, what I was really worried about was my mental stability. I worry about everything鈥.even worried about worrying.听 She told me that it was more common than I thought and that it was not uncommon for people to come back to the unit after being given the all clear swearing they could feel all sorts. That the mental scars were totally understandable and that, like anything, in time, they would pass. Makes so much sense doesn鈥檛 it and though it hasn鈥檛, in the short term, stopped me from worrying it has at least let me know that I am not going crazy. last updated: 10/04/2008 at 15:39 Have Your Say
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