...... throat actually. And tongue, cheeks and everywhere else in the mouth.

Fathers Day kicked off with a call to Weston Park.  I had spent pretty much all night without sleep and suffering the worst pain in my mouth and throat since I was diagnosed last year.  That includes all of the radiotherapy, chemotherapy and also the operation I underwent at Christmas.

I cannot find words to describe the pain in my mouth.  Imagine pouring bleach into an open cut on your tongue?  I also cannot swallow at all now, other than the very odd sip of water when my mouth dries out so much I can't talk.  Even the water provides intense further pain - so I really do take it sparingly.

Everything is going through the peg tube right now.

Weston Park suggested I be re-admitted.  I wasn't keen on this so as a second option they suggested calling out the GP on-call team.  This we did and I was diagnosed a further course of Flucanazole for the oral thrush, and another bottle of morphine.  Sarah's been to the chemist - but being a Sunday we could only get the morphine - so I will start the Flucanazole tomorrow.

Needless to say I am extremely frustrated with the whole situation, I guess I just have to keep counting my blessings and remembering that there is plenty of people out there who would love to be in my position...

I felt so well yesterday and even found time to attend the Weston Park 5-a-side fundraiser for an hour - where some of the Owlstalk regulars had put together a team.  While they didn't win the tournament - they did raise £2000.00 along the way which is a teriffic achievement - well done lads (and lasses!).

OK, gonna have a kip now - its the best way to relieve the pain.

All the best

Nigel xx