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   <updated>2008-05-15T17:12:36Z</updated>
   <subtitle><![CDATA[

Adrian Sudbury has been a reporter for both the Huddersfield Express and Chronicle Series and the Huddersfield Examiner. In November 2006 the 25-year-old was promoted to digital journalist, effectively editing the new-look Examiner website.

Just two days into his new role he became seriously ill and called in sick. A week later he drove himself to A&amp;E and was eventually diagnosed with leukaemia.

It was then identified that he actually has two distinct types of the disease running at the same time. According to the medical literature he is the only person in the world to have this condition. As such, it has not been possible to offer Adrian a prognosis.

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   <title>A plea for more bone marrow donors</title>
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   <published>2008-05-15T16:35:35Z</published>
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   <summary>I have one last little mission before I die. I&apos;m determined to try and educate more people about what it is like to be a bone marrow donor. There are still 7,000 people - children and adults in the UK...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[I have one last little mission before I die.

I'm determined to try and educate more people about what it is like to be a bone marrow donor.

There are still 7,000 people - children and adults in the UK alone - who are waiting to find a match.

Without your help they have no hope.

At least I was given a chance.

The problem is people think it is some horrific procedure and I want to show as many people as possible that it is not like that. 

Apparently, the Germans have one of the world's best marrow registers. All they do is educate their sixth form students about why it's important to donate blood, bone marrow and how you do it.

Why can't we do that here?

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This is a video showing how around 75% of all bone marrow donation is carried out these days.
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      <![CDATA[If you want to get on one of the donor registers all you have to do is ask about it next time you give blood. 

The <a href="http://www.blood.co.uk/pages/marrow_info.html">National Blood Service </a>provides a bone marrow register.

Alternatively, you could get in touch with the <a href="http://web17110.vs.netbenefit.co.uk//index.php?location=3.1">Anthony Nolan Trust</a>.

They can send out a special blood testing kit which you can take with you to your GP.

You then post your sample back to the trust.

Specialists can tell from your blood whether you are a potential tissue match for someone or not. Your details are then entered onto one of the databases.

The two organisations work together so you only need to be on one.

If you were a match for someone who needed a transplant, and you still wanted to help, you would be given a number of injections of a naturally occurring hormone called Granulocyte Colony Stimulating Factor (G-CSF), four days prior to the donation.

This stimulates your bone marrow to increase blood cell production. For example, when you are ill, GCSF stimulates the marrow to make more white blood cells to fight off infection.

The injections are safe and the only side effect I experienced when I was given some on the ward was a slight ache in my bones.

A donor is then brought into hospital and hooked up to a machine called a cell separator.

As you can see from the above video a needle is put in one arm and the blood goes into the machine. The stem cells are separated by centrifugation and flow into a bag. The other parts of the blood are then returned back to the donor through a different needle.

The whole process takes around four hours.

Current research shows that these types of stem cells are the best for curing leukaemia.

However, for some conditions such as aplastic anaemia, stem cells direct from the bone marrow are more desirable.

To get these cells a bone marrow harvest is performed. This can require a two-night stay in hospital.

When I have a bone marrow sample I have to lie on my side in the foetal position. I am given a local anaesthetic and a needle is inserted into the bony bits at the back of my pelvis.

This video is not the same as a harvest but it gives you the gist.

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A donor is given a general anaesthetic and the same procedure is carried out but at multiple sites. There is no bone-breaking or spine jeopardising - that is not to say it wouldn't be a bit sore in the morning!

None of these procedures are anything to be taken lightly and do represent a big commitment. 

The databases are expensive to maintain so they only want people on there who are determined to help.

Donors have the final say about which method they prefer.

Ideally, it is best to be OK with both. That way if someone is unable to extract enough bone marrow cells, another option for the recipient is possible.

On a personal note I used to give blood but I never joined a bone marrow register because I thought the procedure could leave you paralysed.

That, as I hope you can see, could not be further from the truth.

I'd just like to add that we live in a world that for all its good is riddled with problems and selfishness.

Joining a register is one of the true acts of altruism and human kindness.

Who knows, you may end up saving someone else on the other side of the planet.]]>
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<entry>
   <title>The Beginning of the End</title>
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   <published>2008-05-14T18:50:29Z</published>
   <updated>2008-05-14T19:35:54Z</updated>
   
   <summary>In the rapping words of Craig David: &quot;RE-EE-Lapse&quot;. After everything we have been through together I am so sorry to break the following news to you all. The leukaemia has reappeared in the bone marrow and I have only got...</summary>
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      In the rapping words of Craig David: &quot;RE-EE-Lapse&quot;.
 
After everything we have been through together I am so sorry to break the following news to you all.
 
The leukaemia has reappeared in the bone marrow and I have only got weeks or months to live.
 
In the end I decided to have no further intensive treatment.

      <![CDATA[I had made up my mind a long time ago that if I was given this news I would stay healthy for as long as possible and enjoy spending time with my friends and family.
 
This might sound strange to some of you but after talking to my medical team today I am still confident I have made the right choice - the fact that it was my choice was also important.
 
I could have contracted an infection and died in circumstances beyond my control.
 
The facts of the matter were this strange, chronic version of the disease, has already resisted the following;
 
1. Two cycles of chemotherapy.
2. High dose chemotherapy and radiotherapy before the bone marrow transplant.
3. A new immune system from my donated cells which was supposed to hunt it out.
4. The drug Glivec which has transformed the treatment of classic chronic myeloid leukaemia.
 
My consultant said the chance of more chemotherapy leading to a long-term cure was perhaps around 20%.
 
If there were no side effects, and I could have had it over a couple of hours then gone home, I might have considered it.
 
As anyone who has undergone chemo for leukaemia will tell you it's horrible. 
 
But more importantly, as it wipes out the bone marrow cells which create your immune system, you can't leave the ward until it has regenerated sufficiently. This can take up to three weeks.
 
Put simply, I've had enough.
 
I have thought if maybe I was older, Poppy and I had married and we had children, then maybe my thought process would be different.
 
As it stands my quality of life has been greatly reduced by my <a href="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/2007/10/a_touch_of_chronic_graft_versu.html">Graft versus Host Disease </a>(GvHD) and I have never quite recovered from the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImG8LpVEzbU">bone marrow transplant</a>.
 
My mind still wants to do all the things any 26-year-old can do - but I can't.
 
I am thinking a lot at the moment about my <a href="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/2007/12/merry_christmas_to_everyone.html">wonderful parents, sister Carrie </a>and the rest of my family. Their support and loyalty throughout everything warranted a thoroughly better outcome.
 
They don't deserve any of this.
 
As for me I'm feeling OK. I've been preparing for this eventuality now for the best part of 18 months.
 
I've led a decent life, seen a lot of the world and been in a job I've enjoyed.
 
As for dying - how can anyone be scared of something that is going to happen to every single one of us?
 
The crux of the matter is that in the next couple of weeks I will become progressively ill as my bone marrow cells get increasingly out of control.
 
The most likely cause of death will be a nasty infection.
 
One of the saddest aspects for me is that I hoped Baldy's Blog would shine out as a beacon in the too often tragic world of blood cancers. 
 
I honestly thought I had conquered the leukaemia, that I could manage the GvHD, get married and have children.
 
I really wanted that to be the end of this story and show that people can overcome this disease.
 
Well the message I want readers to take is that people regularly do. There are so many success stories for every person this doesn't work out for.
 
I have been EXCEPTIONALLY unlucky.
 
Anyway, there are a few more things I want to take care of so you've not heard the last of me yet.

Thank you again for every single word you have all posted. I've had some terrible times over the last year and a half and you have no idea just what comfort they have provided.]]>
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   <title>Thanks for the weekend</title>
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   <published>2008-05-12T12:07:47Z</published>
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   <summary> And so begins a potentially difficult week. In a few hours I will have a crucial bone marrow sample taken. The results, which we are hoping to learn on Wednesday or Thursday, will show one of two things. 1....</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<img alt="ramsey.jpg" src="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/ramsey.jpg" width="117" height="117" />

And so begins a potentially difficult week.

In a few hours I will have a crucial bone marrow sample taken.

The results, which we are hoping to learn on Wednesday or Thursday, will show one of two things.

1. This relapse can be controlled by drugs.
2. I will have to choose whether to have further intensive treatment or not.

Not a particularly pleasant set of circumstances but on the plus side I did have an excellent weekend.

I’m hoping today that the doctors don’t ask me how many units of alcohol I’ve consumed because I will clearly have to lie.
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      <![CDATA[On Saturday my friend <a href="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/2007/12/merry_christmas_to_everyone.html">Ben</a> and I cruised down to London in my hot new wheels – or the Vauxhall Vectra as some people prefer to call it.

He went off to see his family and I went to hang out with an old journalist college friend called <a href="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/2007/11/victory_in_vegas.html#more">Laura</a> in St Albans.

We went out for lunch, and a few drinks, and I confessed that I had no real plans. She was great though. She offered to put me up and said I could come out with her mates around town later.

I don’t know if you can do ‘shout-outs’ in blogs but if you can, here’s one to everyone I had the pleasure of meeting on Saturday. Thanks for such a fun time. 

I met some lovely people and they really helped take my mind off everything.

Anyway, after many more drinks, games of cards (yes, it was that sort of random night) we ended up in some club which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.

The music was excellent but by that time I was so out of it I was unable to bust those special dance moves I have treated all of you to before.

That was probably a good thing.

I think we left about 3am and I seem to remember being in a cab full of really cool girls all singing: “We love you taxi” to the tune of I Can’t Take My Eyes Off You.

Needless to say I was a little delicate the next day.

My grandma in Nottingham has been excellent throughout all this. 

She has come up with lots of little ideas for treats that include things like theatre tickets and dinner at the House of Lords. 

Big Grandma has quite an impressive social network!

One of her ideas was to treat me and friends to lunch at Gordon Ramsey’s restaurant, <a href="http://www.gordonramsay.com/maze/">The Maze</a>, near Mayfair, in London.

She arranged for some money to be left behind the bar and for us to treat ourselves to some really good food.

The plan was that me Ben and my friend Olie would all meet there at 12.30pm.

Ben was quite fresh but I was struggling. 

However, Olie was in a terrible state.

Me and Ben arrived first and sat down with a glass of sparkling mineral water.

Then Olie rocked up, strides through this beautiful restaurant, clutching a Boots carrier bag.

Joining us he sits down at our posh table, opens his carrier bag and takes out a bottle of water fizzing with Alka Selza!

We must have looked a right sight.

The food was delicious though. I tried smoked eels, quail eggs, sea trout and a beautiful rhubarb crumble.

It was a lovely treat and we were looked after incredibly well by the staff – boy did we need it.

So thanks again Grandma.

Now the fun temporarily stops but whatever the outcome I hope I have the ability to handle the  results with dignity and courage.
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   <title>Bone marrow results</title>
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   <published>2008-05-09T22:45:21Z</published>
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   <summary>I thought nothing could shock me after everything I have been through in the last 18 months. Then I finally got the news today from my most recent bone marrow sample. Please bear in mind this test was carried out...</summary>
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      I thought nothing could shock me after everything I have been through in the last 18 months.

Then I finally got the news today from my most recent bone marrow sample.

Please bear in mind this test was carried out before I went mental and stopped taking my pills.

At that stage I was taking the drug Glivec which should be effective against the chronic/strange form of the disease.

But, as regular readers will know from my weekly whinges, I have also had that post transplant complication known as Graft versus Host Disease.

Collectively, these bad boys should have stopped any leukaemia from returning.

Well today was a bit of a shocker to say the least.
      Not only have we been unsuccessful at forcing the chronic condition into retreat but it has also got worse.

The cells at a molecular level are showing multiple and complex genetic abnormalities.

The bone marrow transplant has effectively failed.

I could see from my medical team that they were really surprised by the results too.

This wierd chronic, proliferative disorder, has been the bain of my treatment from the start. It was the reason why chemotherapy failed and I had to have a transplant.

It&apos;s survived tons of chemotherapy, radiotherapy and a new immune system intent on hunting it out.

It&apos;s like the Chuck Norris of cancers.

If these results had been from a sample taken later I would have blamed myself for not taking the drugs and for allowing my mind to be defeated.

But this had nothing to do with it. The results are from a sample taken five weeks ago.

For new readers to this blog I sometimes wonder if you think I am making this shite up. My life has gone crazy and seems to derail spectacularly every seven to 12 days.

I wish I was making all this up. I promise you, up until l was 25 I had a fairly steady existence which included a girlfriend, going to work, going out and playing football once a week with colleagues.

Now I&apos;m like a character in Hollyoaks, just slightly less attractive.

The plan now is I have to go back into hospital on Monday for an &apos;emergency&apos; bone marrow sample.

The doctors will look at that and ask:

1. Can we see the leukaemia in the bone marrow cells under a microscope?

If the answer is yes, then it means there has been a major relapse of the disease and the only likely option would be more chemotherapy.

If the answer is no, there has only been a slight, molecular relapse, then the next question would be:

2. Are these cancerous cells responsive to Glivec?

If the answer to that is yes then I will continue to take a higher dose. I started taking it again today and promptly vomited.

If the answer is no then doctors will consult with research teams to find out if there are any available treatments that may help me.

If there are not then chemotherapy again would be a possibility.

Things may change but at this stage I am very reluctant to go down a route involving any more intensive therapy.

We are reaching the stage where we have to honestly ask ourselves would something like chemotherapy actually help or just delay the inevitable.

If it is really bad news then we are looking at weeks to months rather than years.

There are many difficult questions that could lie ahead but until we get the results back from Monday - probably by Wednesday - it&apos;s not worth dwelling on them.

I&apos;m off tomorrow to London on another mini road trip.

Will post an update early next week.

Many thanks again for all the kind comments. I read them all and they do help me a lot.

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   <title>The drugs don&apos;t work...</title>
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   <published>2008-05-01T11:41:55Z</published>
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   <summary>How many times can someone get kicked in the head and keep picking themselves up? This latest blow has well and truly floored me. I&apos;ve tried my best to turn this situation around, carry on with work, and see my...</summary>
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      How many times can someone get kicked in the head and keep picking themselves up?
 
This latest blow has well and truly floored me. I&apos;ve tried my best to turn this situation around, carry on with work, and see my friends, but I just can&apos;t do it.
 
Now before I drown you all with my unrelenting misery I&apos;d like to say thank you to all the new readers and the people who have taken the time to comment.

As you can see from previous posts I really think it&apos;s important that I should reply to people who have given their time to support me and wish me well.
      <![CDATA[This time I have been unable to keep up with the huge numbers of people dropping me a line. I apologise for that. 
 
But I would like to say that despite everything that's happened to me those comments did help and provided a much needed lift from the gloom.
 
For all of you who are following this blog outside the UK my story was featured in one of our national newspapers the <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/health/healthmain.html?in_article_id=562733&in_page_id=1774#StartComments">Daily Mail</a> this week. The Mail has a huge circulation, well over two million copies sold a day, and I would say one of its main focuses is health.
 
As you can see the response from that piece has been quite incredible so to all the new readers welcome on board.
 
However, the upbeat stuff ends here - this is not a particularly fun post. I also apologise for that.
 
Since the separation I have really felt like I no longer have anything to live for. As I explained before ALL my hope was resting on that wedding and having a family.
 
The trip to see my friends was great but that had to end. I had to come back to real life.
 
As I have said to my medical team - on many occasions - if they could fix any of the following I know I would be OK;
 
1. Dry and itchy skin.
2. Infertility.
3. Restore my energy levels. I am always a bit tired and can only manage brief walks.
4. Enable my body to play any of the sports I used to love so much.
5. Give me back a full life expectancy.
6. Immune system.
7. Let me go on hot and sunny holidays abroad (the skin will react badly to intense UV light).
 
I'd love to get away and travel like I used to but it's just so much harder now.
 
I'm so tired of going through the same routine every day. Get up, do work, go in the shower, moisturise, wash with special emollient shower gel, use special shampoos, wash with steroid lotions, come out, dry off, apply moisturiser over all the body, have to use a special back applicator now I'm on my own, then put on a layer of steroid cream too. After that you put your clothes on and it always feel the same - cold and gloopy.
 
Every day the <a href="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/2007/10/treating_chronic_graft_versus.html">Graft versus Host Disease </a>throws up new problems.
 
My steroids were down to 2.5mg a day (the next drop in the dose would have been to come off them altogether) but then my eyebrows and eyelashes started to come out. This is because my rogue immune system is attacking these hair follicles. Not my chest, back or shoulders. Oh no, it's the hair that everyone will really notice.
 
Every day eyelashes would scrape my eyeball and be incredibly irritating.
 
To combat this I took the steroid dose back up to 5mg and I've managed to save them for the time being.
 
I'm just utterly fed up with the situation I'm in and am helpless to escape from.
 
Anyway, something has happened, maybe my brain has imploded, but since the separation I have chosen not to take any of my pills; with the exceptions of those keeping my skin under control.
 
These pills include my artificial immune system. Antibiotics, antivirals and anti fungals. I am at a very high risk of a very unpleasant, potentially fatal infection.
 
More worryingly I have also stopped taking a drug called Glivec. This is an incredible medicine that should be keeping my chronic leukaemia at bay. If you recall the last sample showed it had returned slightly. I have no idea what damage I have done to myself here.
 
I am still waiting for the results of the recent <a href="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/2008/04/bone_marrow_sample_3.html">bone marrow test</a>. The following one could be more interesting.
 
You might find this behaviour unacceptable and I have to confess I am really ashamed of myself after everything I've been through.
 
I just can't alter my frame of mind.
 
To me this seems like the only rational choice.
 
I confessed all this to my excellent team and they were understandably concerned.
 
The next step on this journey was to see a clinical psychiatrist for depression.
 
I have never had any problems with my mental health and I still argue that I'm not clinically depressed. What human being wouldn't be a bit miffed with all the shite that has been hurled at me?
 
However, I did take her advice and started a course of anti-depressants. 
 
She prescribed Citalopram but I reacted to it very badly.
 
For a week I was sleeping 12 hours a day and waking up with what I can only describe as a terrible hangover. I was groggy, drowsy and felt awful.
 
That medication was stopped and yesterday she prescribed another one from the same family of drugs called Fluoxetine aka Prozac.
 
Happy days.
 
I'm in a right mess and for the first time in my life have no idea what to do.]]>
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<entry>
   <title>Saved by my family, my friends and this blog</title>
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   <published>2008-04-18T14:03:05Z</published>
   <updated>2008-04-28T14:30:36Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Just over a week ago I nearly took my own life. I had drunk a generous glass of whiskey and was lying on my bed. I am sorry to say it now but I have never felt so worthless and...</summary>
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      Just over a week ago I nearly took my own life.
 
I had drunk a generous glass of whiskey and was lying on my bed. I am sorry to say it now but I have never felt so worthless and empty.
 
Despite everything I have been through there just seemed no point in carrying on.
 
There was no hope at all.
 
An overdose seemed the most logical option. I had even worked out the order in which I was going to consume the copious amounts of tablets stuffed in a bag by my bedside.
 
I&apos;m ashamed to write this but that is the truth and I suppose this is what my blog is all about.
 
To indicate just how serious I was I had started playing all my Radiohead albums! God  I&apos;m a cliche.
 
What stopped me in the end was maybe cowardice - a drugs overdose will be a slow and painful death - but mainly thinking about just how cruel it would have been on my family. 
 
I know there are lots of people, including readers of this blog, who care about me and don&apos;t want me to die - even though I care much less now.
 
When it came to it I just couldn&apos;t do it.
 
This is how I turned things around with a lot of help from some wonderful people.
 
      <![CDATA[I should point out that I also stopped taking ALL my protective medicines.

My head has started to look more normal again. It's not better yet but it's got to the stage where if someone didn't know me they would just think I'd eaten a bit too much over Easter.
 
That was one thing to feel better about.
 
I have not cut my hair since being properly bald. 
 
Believe it or not but in my teens I had the most magnificent mane. Some say blond curtains have gone out of fashion and that the undercut was merely an ill thought out style of the mid 90s, but I beg to differ.
 
Post chemotherapy my hair has returned but incredibly dark and curly. It looks like a black cauliflower has sprouted on top of my noggin.
 
Something I had always promised myself was that I would treat myself to my first professional haircut. Previously the most I'd spent was £3 in an establishment which sported a sign warning customers that their hair would not be cut were they to have head lice.
 
The hairdresser worked a minor miracle and my hair looks much like what it used to. She even got the straighteners out at one point- an experience I never thought I'd have.
 
During that week my editor phoned up and asked if I was coming to our group's in-house awards do in Liverpool. I said I wasn't going to go and he sounded very disappointed. He seemed oddly insistent.
 
Anyway, after my haircut, I went back to stay with my parents and went out and got very drunk with my best friend Ben.
 
I know not all readers of this blog will approve of me getting drunk. However, you have to remember that I'm British and drinking heavily is one of the few things we Brits actually do well.
 
It really helped and made me see life with a renewed vigour.
 
The next day I decided to try on my suit and it fit again. A clear sign the effects of the steroids were reversing. With that I phoned up the boss, asked for a week off and said I would be coming to the awards ceremony on Friday.
 
It was one of the best decisions I have ever made.
 
The do in Liverpool was excellent. It was held in Sefton Park in a magnificent palm house. All the tables were candle lit and set amid a dazzling array of plants and trees. There we were eating this fabulous meal beneath a star-lit sky and a few awards were given.
 
Then this happened.

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I was picked as the overall winner of the excellence awards - check out this video by Claire Gray. It's great stuff but trust her to include the dancing bits. I kind of hoped no one would ever see that again. No wonder Roy wanted me to come!
 
The background music is UK group the Sugarbabes. I can't imagine Heidi regularly sits down to read about graft versus host disease but if she does please don't sue us.
 
After all this me and some colleagues from Liverpool, including <a href="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/2007/11/live_from_las_vegas.html">Liam McNeilis </a>who you may remember from the Vegas award, headed into town.
 
We ended up in this wicked bar and one of the best things for me was I met this girl who said I was lovely looking. In fact, she said I was "hot".
 
After feeling so rubbish about my appearance for so long that was one of the nicest things anyone could have said to me.
 
If she's reading this I just want to say thank you so much.
 
The following day I headed down to London where I stayed with Will, a friend from journalism college, and his girlfriend Brook. It was their housewarming party and I got to meet some really interesting people.
 
London people are hilarious. In general, they have no idea where anything is north of the M25.
 
Not only did one person, an Oxford graduate no less, not know where Huddersfield is, she also thought it's pronounced Huddlesfield.
 
Harold Wilson would be turning in his grave.
 
After that I went to stay with my mate Olie in Balham. We had a great time. One day was crazy and booze-fuelled culminating in a particularly exciting game of Trivial Pursuits.
 
I had such a good time and was able to see lots of my friends and discuss a number of bone marrow donation issues with Caroline from the Anthony Nolan Trust.
 
Every one of you helped me so much.
 
Thank you again to all my long-suffering and relentlessly loving family, Ben, Gav, Caroline, Nel, Hollie, Phil, everyone at the Huddersfield Examiner and Liverpool Echo, Will, Brook, Olie, James, Lisa, Ashley, Lucy, Caroline B, Megan, Jen and Rachel.
 
Lots more people have phoned and spoken to me.
 
And of course all of you who took the time to comment and wish me well.
 
This was one situation I couldn't get out of myself- I needed pulling out which you all did in different ways.

One other interesting observation is that because I'm in such a difficult situation some people realise there is not much more they can say.

As a fall back they just tell me their deepest, darkest secrets. One I still can't quite believe!
 
I wanted to end with a dream I had while travelling around the country.
 
I am on a plane that is on fire and making a crash landing. The top of the plane has been ripped off and it's soaring over a school field with kids playing football. 
 
Everyone else is panicking but I'm just sat there with my legs dangling in the powerful oncoming air; laughing.
 
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   <title>Bone Marrow Sample 3</title>
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   <published>2008-04-16T17:14:10Z</published>
   <updated>2008-04-28T09:49:44Z</updated>
   
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<entry>
   <title>Heart break</title>
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   <published>2008-04-04T11:57:55Z</published>
   <updated>2008-04-06T19:18:19Z</updated>
   
   <summary>This time I have some really sad news. Poppy has called off the wedding and decided to separate. I have never been so sad in all my life. I am utterly heartbroken. But the most diffcult thing is that I...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[This time I have some really sad news.

Poppy has called off the wedding and decided to separate.

I have never been so sad in all my life.

I am utterly heartbroken.

But the most diffcult thing is that I don't blame her. 

There was no big argument; I think there was just the slow realisation of what getting married to me means.

<img alt="popsandad500.jpg" src="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/popsandad500.jpg" width="500" height="500" />
 <strong><i>Me and Pops before the illness. This is what I used to look like</i></strong>


She also has a new job up in Hartlepool and all these factors together made her think she could make a clean break.

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      <![CDATA[Poppy was my best friend and soul mate.

I'd been with her for over 7 years and before all this started we had shared some incredible times and been to some amazing places.

If you are reading this I want you to know how much you meant to me and that I will never forget you.

She told me that basically she didn't feel the same way about me any more.

That doesn't necessarily mean my illness is directly to bame but its changed how I look, stopped me being able to travel like we used to, stopped me becoming who I wanted to be professionally. Every day someone has to help me put creams on my back to control graft versus host disease, my skin is flaking and sore.

I feel revolting.

When she said yes to my proposal I could see in her eyes that she meant it and really wanted to give it a go.

But something has changed in the last month.

Part of me feels less guilty now knowing that she is free; free from me, free from this disease and able to be exactly who she wants to be.

She is a wonderful person who has provided the most loyal support to me throughout the last year and a half.

She is about to start a new job too and I think, on some level, she thought she had a way out.

I genuinely wish her all the best and whoever she does eventually marry will be a very lucky man indeed.

As for me I have no idea what to do.

The number of cruel circumstances stacked against me just seem astonishing. I hope you agree from reading this blog I am not prone to self pity but I really do not know what I have done to deserve all this.

Poppy was the bit of hope I had built my crumbling existence on.

I promised myself that if I survived my bone marrow transplant I would propose to her. Thinking of how much fun our wedding would be was one of the main focal points I used to survive.

She also said she was happy to sign up to IVF treatment and that if I did die it would be great having a child that reminded her of me. 

Just by saying that helped me more than she will ever know.

If we had split up 4 years ago it would have been difficult but ultimately fine. I would have enjoyed going out and being single again.

Graft versus host disease means I have less energy, the steroids affect parts of the body in an unpleasant way, I don't look right and as I mentioned in my previous post (before this emotional turmoil) my stomach has started to play up again. This means I feel sick a lot of the time and my appetite has gone.

I've temporarily moved back in with my parents and they have been great.

But I'm 26 and don't know what to do next. Before I would have happily moved into a shared house or got a flat on my own.

Unfortunately my time in isolation has fundamentally scarred me.

I can no longer bear being on my own for long periods of time. I really need company and the comfort of other human beings.

No one's going to marry me now so I somehow need to address the fact that I'm never going to have a family or children of my own.

Before anyone posts any comments along the lines of "Don't worry, it will be alright," please consider the reality of the situation.

I think I have really made the best of the hand I have been dealt but now I can genuinely see no way out.

<strong>Good points
1.I have got the most loving family and friends you could wish for. They have all been so supportive.
2. I have got a job I like and my colleagues at the Huddersfield Examiner have again been brilliant.</strong>


<strong>Bad points
1. Can't have children.
2. Leukaemia might be coming back (results will probably be OK from this week's test).
3. Graft versus host disease is causing all sort of problems. My skin is red and sore in places, it's flaking off at the back of my neck, energy levels are poor so I can't even go out and get drunk, it might be spreading to my stomach which means even more steroids.
4. My face is bloated and I look ugly. Sometimes I feel like I've been sunburnt.
5. My hair is really strange.
6. I can't exercise or get in shape because the steroids have weakened my legs.
7. Very unlikely that I will ever get better.
8. Even if I don't get a nasty infection and die my life expectancy has been slashed.
9. I will need cataract surgery at some point this year.
10.I will develop problems with my gums because of the radiotherapy. This also means I am prone to secondary cancers too.
11. My ambition was to be a national reporter but I have not got the energy or the abilty to move to London and work shifts.
12. I'm stuck in a job with a modest wage so how can I ever set up home on my own?
13. Need to sort out the flat and work out how we are going to divide up all the stuff.
14. Don't have enough energy to up and leave and just do something completely different.

I'm lost, deeply upset and have no idea what to do.</strong>]]>
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   <title>The Punto is dead - long live the Vectra. Plus 5mg of steds a day and a more serious flare (Part 32)</title>
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   <published>2008-04-01T17:24:24Z</published>
   <updated>2008-04-02T09:34:06Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I must begin this post with some more sad news. My much loved N-reg Fiat Punto has died. I had come to think of it as the Herbie of the Leukaemia world. Time of death 3pm Tuesday March 31 2008....</summary>
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      <![CDATA[I must begin this post with some more sad news. 

My much loved N-reg Fiat Punto has died. I had come to think of it as the Herbie of the Leukaemia world.

Time of death 3pm Tuesday March 31 2008.

Location: M1 northbound just short of Wooley Edge services between junctions 38 and 39.

RIP little guy.

<img alt="Punto500.jpg" src="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/Punto500.jpg" width="500" height="400" />

Of course my old car giving up the ghost wouldn't normally feature in my leukaemia blog but it's such a strange story I thought I had to include it.]]>
      <![CDATA[My friends and family all knew the Punto well.

It had done the best part of 114,000 miles carrying me and many others all over the country.

Fans of this blog will recall me 'riding dirty' in my Punto on my <a href="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/2007/10/fat_face_on_tour_07_1.html">road trip </a>in November.

Despite much love for these wheels I'd been planning to get a new car for ages. I managed to save a bit of money last year and, along with some cash from the <a href="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/2007/10/baldys_blog_scoops_national_aw.html">awards</a>, I bought a 2005 Vauxhall Vectra.

The deal was done last week and the Punto was to be part exchanged - basically £75 for scrap.

So yesterday I finished my work for the Examiner and headed up the M1 to Dewsbury. About five miles into the journey I noticed the car was losing power. 

I shifted down into fourth gear and managed to maintain a good 60mph.

Then smoke started to appear from the exhaust and I knew it was terminal.

My speed dropped again so I slammed it into third. 

The engine screamed - so I turned the radio up. That didn't help. I was only about 15 miles away so if I could just keep going...

By this time I was doing 40mph and so much smoke was pouring out the rear that I was becoming a serious hazard.

Lorries were overtaking me but the final straw was one when a caravan sped by.

I spluttered onto the hard shoulder, opened the bonnet, only to be greeted by a huge amount of steam. 

It was like something from a cartoon.

When it was safe I peered in again and engine oil was splattered everywhere. The head gasket had gone and there was no way it could have been fixed without incurring a huge bill.

It was almost like the Punto knew it was its last trip.

Anyway, I then had to get a breakdown crew to tow me to the garage in order to complete the part exchange.

For someone who has not had the best of luck recently I have to say that was incredible. The car was brilliant for pottering around Sheffield and had really served me well.

It will never be forgotten.

Anyway my new car is boss. It's so good being able to drive above 60mph and not be genuinely scared of dying in a horrific metal mangle.

It looks cool too and its got a CD player.

Anyway, enough of that.

My steroid dose is now down to 5mg a day (remember it was 165mg to begin with). 

That's the sort of dose normal people are given if they have inflammation problems.

I've been at that dose for over a week now and am currently experiencing what I hope is a flare.

The skin on my body is fine but as you can see here my face is really red.

<img alt="redhead500.jpg" src="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/redhead500.jpg" width="500" height="500" />

It's also still massive - why? Deflate, damn it! Come on!

Last night my stomach was unwell and I had the runs too. This was really worring because it could mean the graft versus host disease has spread to the stomach and gut.

Thankfully today it seems better so I'm less concerned.

My shins are quite itchy too.

There has been a flare at every steroid dose since 10mg and my skin has always come back under control.

I just hope it is the same this time.

On another note I found out today I didn't get that job.

If I was the editor it was exactly the same decision I would have made. I'm just unable to commit to the office hours.

I would have loved the job but this morning when I woke up shattered, bricking it and with a face hotter than my ex-Punto's head gasket, the last thing I would have wanted to do is drive to some conference or do a full day's work in an office environment.

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   <title>Graft versus Host flare and continued steroid taper (Part 31)</title>
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   <published>2008-03-21T14:58:46Z</published>
   <updated>2008-03-25T17:41:14Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I think this post illustrates just what a knife edge people with chronic Graft versus Host Disease - and who are trying to come off their steroids - are really on. This is a video of me on 10mg a...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[I think this post illustrates just what a knife edge people with chronic Graft versus Host Disease - and who are trying to come off their steroids - are really on.

This is a video of me on 10mg a day. If it wasn't for the sted face I would happily stick now.

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However, after two days of dropping down to 7.5mg this happened to my back...
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Yikes!

It was really bad. My skin felt hot all the time and it was starting to get itchy. I hammered it with steroid creams and moisturisers but it didn't seem to be shifting.

I even used "Udderly Smooth" which turns out is actually a real product! Thanks for that suggestion.

The flare also seemed to make me feel really tired.

I've always been able to keep my spirits up but when this happened I just felt crushed. I thought we had come as far as possible and I would have to accept looking like this for the rest of my life.

It wouldn't be so bad but every time I see myself it's a reminder of everything that's happened to me and a reminder that I am still ill.

Mercifully two days later it was better. 

It was completely back to normal.

This condition is so strange. Now I just want to try 5mg and hope for the best.
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   <title>No pictures of my arse this week and can you help with a little dilemma? (Part 30)</title>
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   <published>2008-03-06T15:37:19Z</published>
   <updated>2008-03-06T15:47:22Z</updated>
   
   <summary>Plunged into despair, buoyed by incandescent hope, crushed by another set-back, fighting illness and misery from all quarters, stuck in an impossible situation yet life remains rich with possibility; determined not to let this disease beat me. What a pretentious...</summary>
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      Plunged into despair, buoyed by incandescent hope, crushed by another set-back, fighting illness and misery from all quarters, stuck in an impossible situation yet life remains rich with possibility; determined not to let this disease beat me.

What a pretentious gob shite. 

Now let’s get down to business.
      <![CDATA[The chronic Graft versus Host Disease (cGvHD) is back under control and the steroid dose has been reduced to 10mg a day. So far there has been a slight rash and my skin is a little drier but nothing else.

I also have stopped needing to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. Bonus.

What is important for people to understand is that some sufferers from cGvHD <strong>NEVER</strong> make a full recovery. This condition wrecks lives and if it is really debilitating can make your life beyond miserable.

I’ve heard tales from many people, while being treated at Rotherham, and from around the globe thanks to a cGvHD mailing list and you realise it’s rather depressing stuff. 
<a href="http://listserv.acor.org/archives/gvhd.html">http://listserv.acor.org/archives/gvhd.html</a>

Endless cycles of steroids, immune system surpression, infection and very unpleasant complications.

And of course no one’s heard of cGvHD- loads of people give you sympathy when you’ve got leukaemia!

But bear in mind a small amount of this bloody thing will actually stop the cancer returning. One fellow cGvHD sufferer, who has lived for years after his transplant and still going strong, says he has actually come to love his cGvHD for that very reason.

I had a very positive meeting with my consultant at Rotherham yesterday. 

He says he is determined to get me off the steds and that my face should start deflating at doses below 10mg. Not an actual quote.

Learning more about the nature of cGvHD is also interesting.

He describes it as an ‘undulating ocean with peaks and troughs’. Imagine the steroid dose as being a line that increasingly approaches the peaks of the waves.

As the dose drops further, the wave tips start to burst through the steroid line, and you can see this on the surface of your skin.

The disease will naturally rise and fall in a cyclical pattern. I need to learn what is ‘normal’ for me and spot it before it spirals hideously out of control.

It seems to move around the body and affect different people in different ways.

For example the hairs on my legs have all but gone yet my arms remain ape-like.

My consultant explained that cGvHD can hit the scalp too and cause permanent hair loss there due to scarring and damage of the hair follicles.

Why this all happens, and why different people are affected so differently, remains a mystery.

<strong>As for me here is a real life dilemma.</strong>

I would really value your opinions on this one.

I’m in a great position at the moment in that I can work from home but still have time to exercise and look after myself.

If I was a teacher or builder with cGvHD this would be much harder.

A job has come up at the Huddersfield Examiner (the paper I work for) which is basically head of multi-media. If it wasn’t for cGvHD it would be the perfect promotion for me. 

Here are some of the cool things we’ve done with the site since I got back to work:

<a href="http://www.examiner.co.uk/leisure-and-entertainment/unsigned-bands/">http://www.examiner.co.uk/leisure-and-entertainment/unsigned-bands/</a>
<a href="http://huddersfieldfresh.ning.com/">http://huddersfieldfresh.ning.com/</a>
<a href="http://www.examiner.co.uk/travel-news/ex-pats/">http://www.examiner.co.uk/travel-news/ex-pats/</a>

The job would be really challenging and I’ve got lots to offer. The money would also help considerably what with me and Pops looking to marry and buy a house.

But the job needs someone to be in the office – which I understand. The reason I have only had one major infection since November is because I have been so sensible in staying at home.

The other point, which I have talked to the editor about, is that I could get taken seriously ill at any point and be away from work for weeks – if not longer.

And then there is also the possibility of the leukaemia coming back.

My current position allows me to fit work around treatments whereas in the new role that would be a bit more difficult.

Trinity Mirror (the company I work for) have been tremendously supportive to me throughout my illness and I don’t want to take on a job that I am unable to give 100% to.

I would be interested to know what you all think.

Finally a big shout out to the journalism students at Sheffield College. 

I was asked to go along and speak to them the other day about blogging and online journalism. 

When I was at journalism college in Harlow we had a sub-editor from the Mirror come in and talk to us so I hope they weren’t too disappointed when old fat head rolled into their classroom.
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   <title>Graft Versus Host with the Most (Part 29)</title>
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   <published>2008-02-18T20:06:21Z</published>
   <updated>2008-02-18T20:18:58Z</updated>
   
   <summary>It’s back. The steroid dose is now down to 12.5mg a day and the chronic Graft versus Host Disease (cGvHD) has started to bubble up to the surface of my skin. The affected areas at the moment are my thighs...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[It’s back. 

The steroid dose is now down to 12.5mg a day and the chronic Graft versus Host Disease (cGvHD) has started to bubble up to the surface of my skin.

The affected areas at the moment are my thighs and elbow pits. It’s a horrible experience but bearable. At this stage I think it can still be managed by moisturisers and steroid cream.

<img alt="ElbowcGvHD.jpg" src="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/ElbowcGvHD.jpg" width="500" height="375" />


What is difficult to deal with is that I know it’s only going to get worse.

The treatment at Rotherham may have helped but it certainly has not cured me.

The pessimist in me would be keen to point out that I’m actually worse off today than I was before my bone marrow transplant.

Now I’ve got leukaemia, cGvHD, a terrible immune system, normal energy levels and a head like a Space Hopper.
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      <![CDATA[But of course on the plus side I’m not dead.

I know I am a positive person but sometimes I think a break wouldn’t be too much to ask for.

What I am also coming round to accept is that this is something I will NEVER recover from.

These red patches on my thighs are only going to spread and get worse as the steroids reduce further.

<img alt="ThighcGvHD.jpg" src="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/ThighcGvHD.jpg" width="500" height="375" />

I suspect my skin could eventually break down like it did before.

It’s dangerous to stay on these drugs long-term and from a vanity point of view I have always tried to have a laugh about my bloated appearance but on the inside it is getting me down.

During the last four months I have met, or heard from, lots of people who live with cGvHD around the world and it can be a pretty miserable or challenging existence.

Many are never able to return to work, and if they do, just get struck down with serious infections.

In some, cGvHD spreads to other organs like their eyes, lungs, liver and gut.

It can be unbearably itchy, sore and hugely debilitating.

Not bad for a condition hardly anyone has heard of.

For me the skin around my legs is really tight. It’s like walking on two tubes.

<img alt="ThighcGvHD2.jpg" src="http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/ThighcGvHD2.jpg" width="500" height="375" />

It’s not too painful but jogging and walking, especially uphill, is very difficult.

Have you ever been in the sea then dried your legs off in the sun? Sometimes my legs feel like a more uncomfortable version of that.

Other times it’s more like mild sunburn and at the moment it appears to be flaring up then dying down across different areas of the body.

My plan was always to make a full recovery, get back to work and start playing football again.

Now I just don’t think it’s ever going to happen.

Having your own immune system nibble away at you from the inside is a very unpleasant concept, not least because there is nothing I can do to stop it.

On a lighter note, I have always liked to think of myself as a metro-sexual kind of guy, someone who is down with my female friends and readers.

So this last picture is for you sisters:


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The steds have actually given me stretch marks!
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   <title>I can only apologise: A &quot;unique&quot; thanks to everyone who has recently commented</title>
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   <published>2008-02-01T17:22:24Z</published>
   <updated>2008-02-01T18:06:52Z</updated>
   
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   <title>Bad news but don’t worry too much (Part 28)</title>
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   <published>2008-01-18T17:21:07Z</published>
   <updated>2008-01-18T17:56:05Z</updated>
   
   <summary>I have just found out that the chronic myeloid leukaemia could be back. I couldn’t believe it when my doctor revealed the results of my second bone marrow sample. I was just so confident it would still be a total...</summary>
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      I have just found out that the chronic myeloid leukaemia could be back.

I couldn’t believe it when my doctor revealed the results of my second bone marrow sample. I was just so confident it would still be a total remission.

However, I am not too worried about it.

As a journalist you are trained to put the most interesting facts at the top of the story. The purpose of this is to grab the reader’s attention and make them want to read on.

I hope that’s been achieved.

Now, before I explain why it’s important not to be too concerned at this stage, please permit me a little bit of whinging.

      <![CDATA[The news from the hospital the other day was hugely disappointing. I came home without saying much and just cracked open a couple of beers.

Sometimes I’m not sure who to turn to. What should I say and how do I expect this person to reply? It’s clearly not all going to be all right.

At the time I couldn’t really explain how I was feeling but now after reflecting and putting together this entry I think I understand.

Strangely enough this blog is evolving into my own coping strategy – something I never intended it to be in the beginning.

My response to the news had been one of bitter acceptance but I was really apprehensive about telling my family. I am tired of upsetting people I love and it’s quite draining going through the same complicated haematology several times over.

Also a dark cloud that for a time had seemed distant was once more in the foreground and looming ominously.

The crux of the matter is that, like Hitler in the latter stages of World War Two, I am just fighting on too many fronts;


<strong><font color="#FF0000"> •Chronic Graft versus Host Disease – which I know is going to flare up again. My     hands and feet feel like they’re burning some days and my skin is a little itchier. Steroids are down to 20mg a day.

•	Constant infection risk.

•	Because of the radiotherapy and the cGvHD my eyes are getting drier. I know they will probably require operating on to treat cataracts later this year.

•	Coping with my big face and boggly eyes.

•	Infertility and IVF.

•	Thinking about the long-term future.

•	Organising a wedding (which is quite fun actually).

•	And now the prospect of leukaemia again.</font></strong>




It’s like I’m walking through a minefield – which ever way I turn I encounter difficulties. I don’t think I’m scared I just feel angry at this increasingly impossible situation I have ended up in.

Now for the good news.

My bone marrow is essentially very healthy. It’s making all the cells it’s supposed to and in all the correct numbers.

The other tests carried out on my bone marrow came back clear with the exception of one.

This molecular test is really sensitive and it only gives a yes or no answer. It showed that there is a protein present in my marrow associated with CML.

My consultant, who was really good and had obviously spent time making sure he gave me the facts without causing me to be too alarmed, explained that the results of this test are hard to interpret.

Firstly, it is really sensitive and the result could have come from background noise or interference.

Secondly, if the cancer is making a comeback my situation means I have a very good chance of fighting it off:


<strong><strong>1.</strong>	I have started taking the ‘miracle drug’ Glivec again. In recent years it has transformed the treatment of patients with CML. For many it represents a cure or at least holds the leukaemia at bay for many years.

<strong>2.</strong>	As my cGvHD almost inevitably revs up again that will also play a role in attacking any cancerous cells. With a bit of luck my new immune system will recognise any cells associated with CML as being foreign, kill them, without bothering the rest of my body too much. </strong>



What reassured me most was when my consultant said that on an anxiety scale- with 0 being nothing to worry about and 10 being soil your pants- he rated this situation somewhere around 1.5.

If you get your head round the science I’m sure he’s correct. 

He also said because of the Glivec and cGvHD there is every chance the results could be all clear following my next bone marrow test in April.

I was a bit down after hearing the news but I’m OK again now. Nothing has changed plus I’m still alive and relatively well. 

Apologies for such a downbeat entry because I had planned to do something much more entertaining.

I promise next week’s will be more fun – although as this week shows you never know what’s around the corner.
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   <title>A tribute to Donna</title>
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   <published>2008-01-10T17:04:43Z</published>
   <updated>2008-01-10T18:32:43Z</updated>
   
   <summary> Dr Donna McCormick and husband Greg Iredale I have had a day of very mixed emotions. My job involves editing the Huddersfield Examiner&apos;s website and when you read today&apos;s front page article I think you will understand. http://www.examiner.co.uk/news/local-west-yorkshire-news/2008/01/10/the-best-daughter-in-all-the-world-86081-20334578/ I...</summary>
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<strong><i>Dr Donna McCormick and husband Greg Iredale</i></strong>

I have had a day of very mixed emotions.

My job involves editing the Huddersfield Examiner's website and when you read today's front page article I think you will understand.

<a href="http://www.examiner.co.uk/news/local-west-yorkshire-news/2008/01/10/the-best-daughter-in-all-the-world-86081-20334578/">http://www.examiner.co.uk/news/local-west-yorkshire-news/2008/01/10/the-best-daughter-in-all-the-world-86081-20334578/</a>

I have spoken to Donna's mum and emailed her husband Greg.

I just wanted to say again to Donna's family that I am thinking about you all at this very difficult time and thank you for all your kind words.

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