Too much ‘happy clappy’ chemicals

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One of the tests to confirm carcinoid syndrome is a 24 hour urine collection.  The test is called 5hiaa.  the level of serotonin excreted into the urine is measured.  From day one my levels have always been elevated.  As my doctor would say results are on the high side.  Serotonin is a feel good chemical.  A doctor was once described it to me as your happy clappy chemicals are very high.  I believe this is why I do not get down in the mouth and my glass is half full and not half empty.  I try my best to keep upbeat and positive.  With a wonderful husband and beautiful family such as mine it makes wanting to be happy relatively easy.

The test is simple enough and can be done at home.  As long as you remember to pee in a urine pot and then pour it in the designated container.  The container has acid in it the last thing you want to do is put your ****** over the containers and have the acid vapours direct themselves at you – most of us have enough problems without adding to them.  My main issue is trying to pee and not poo at the same time.    As well as reducing the flushing the lanreotide injection has cut down the diahrea from 9 times a day to  loose bowels 3 or 4 times per day.  I’ve perfected a stance that allows me just to collect the urine.  I certainly wouldn’t win any prizes for looking cool but it gets the job done 🙂

I start my next 24 hour collection for 5hiaa in 7 hours time.  I’ve been practising my pee positioning all week.

Some happy news

This week was a tiring mixed emotional one.  My hospital admission.  Death of a friend.  Body and brain in overdrive.

Sunday brought happiness and celebration.   Our youngest son, Stuart, arrived at the house on Sunday lunchtime with Christine and Grace.  After the usual blethering and noise for the first five minutes.  Stuart announces he asked Christine to marry him and she said yes.  As parents Steve and I are so pleased that things are going on the right track for the youngsters.   We always worry about our children and I think more so the older they get.  There is something frightening for a parent when a child reaches that independent age and starts heading off in their own direction.  Our philosophy is not to interfere or tell them what to do.  We would rather support our boys and let them know they are loved and we are there for them 24 hours a day.  I can still hear my mother say I worry more about you now you are an adult than when you were in nappies; my boys are 25 & 27 and I can definitely relate to this comment.

 

Stuart, Christine & Grace     Stuart, Christine & Grace

 

Worth breaking the rules

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For the last five years my health has dictated holidays – breaks away abroad had been a thing of the past.  Postcards and tales from family and friends seemed to be the closest we were getting to foreign lands.  Anytime we thought about going away we hit stumbling blocks.  Our general rule is usually stay in UK, go somewhere proven.

  • do I feel up to going away
  • fitting timings in with lanreotide injection every 21 days
  • is it all really worth it
  • takings unusual meds on the trip
  • holiday insurance????
  • the weight of my fortisip drinks
  • carrying tubs of creams, factor 50 sun cream, etc

Im not the easiest person to be with at the best of time.  The spontaneous hypoglycaemia attacks when you least expect it.  Those who know me know I blether a load of rubbish at the best ofdden drop in blood sugar can turn me into a raving lunatic.  This tends to make my hubby slightly nervous, after the episode of us in the centre of Edinburgh and I just sat down in a crowded street – I could go no further and needed some supplies.  I’m sure Steve says in his sleep – “eat something” or “here is ….. Get it down you”. By the way this happens very often. I get grumpier than normal when my tummy aches.  one of the biggest challenges is the thought of leaving home and not knowing where the nearest bathroom is.  We have all had diahrea or loose movements at some time – but when this is an everyday occurrence a great deal of thought goes into leaving the security of your home and the comfort of ones own loo.

This is my 49th year on earth and have been married to Steve for 29 of them.  I want to do cheery happy things with my hubby.  Sitting one evening I thought I’ve had enough of pussy footing around.  I want us to go on a holiday abroad – go somewhere no-one knows us, take in sights and most importantly spend quality time together.   So we struck while the iron was hot and booked 7 days in Ibiza.  Was this too ambitious – a sunny island and me being photosensitive.  Get a grip woman I said to myself – put on plenty of your cream snd smother the factor 50 on.

The month before we were booked to go I was in hospital with pneumonia.  The thought of the trip we had planned together gave me strength and stamina to push myself.  Every breath, step was an effort.  Combination of IV antibiotics, steroids and sheer want to go helped me on the right road.

We got to Ibiza last week and spent 7 days there.  It wasn’t always problem free but having my soulmate with me made everything easier.

  • was it worth it? – most definitely YES
  • it wasn’t always easy
  • some of the hilly streets were a tad ambitious & challenging
  • was I tired? – exhausted – still am
  • would we go back – in a heartbeat

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