Has been eight days since the first wife had her first lot of chemo and in a nutshell, it went well.
Talking about nuts, I’m going well too for those that keep asking 😉
It was a fucking long day to be honest. I had to run around doing all my slave chores and other sheila shit like shopping. Cunt of a morning actually but the day could have been heaps worse.
The nurse sheilas at the cancer centre were very nice and thank Christ for that because we were there for 4.5 hours. Like every other human that’s gone through it, the first time they connect to the third tit (chemo portal) is kinda scary but Marjana survived to fight another day.
I can’t remember the exact chemo poison they injected but it was one of a few things they gave her intravenously along with some anti nausea shit, some steroids shit, some pain killer shit and a nice Marlborough Sav as a flush and being the wog she is I’m pretty sure they finished with about 250ml of virgin olive oil too.
The next lot of chemo will have an extra addition to stop blood flowing to feed the cancer. Bit of a tricky one because the blood flow is still needed to heal the surgery scars and joined colon inside. This still gives her heaps of pain.
This first chemo visit was still COVID times remember so we had to wear masks right up until we got our own little room area. Fuck having to wear a mask for the whole time… Lucky my first wife aint real ugly because there aint many other people to look at when the masks come off.
Probably the freakiest part was leaving with a bottle of chemo still attached that had to stay on giving little shot doses over the next couple days. It’s connected kinda awkwardly and I’m scared as fuck that it’s gunna get knocked by mistake and snap off like my cartilages in my knees.
So for the next couple days the ol’ girl does everything with a plastic bottle (looks like a baby formula bottle) attached to her by a tube that goes into her portal (that sticks out probably about 15mm). Inside that bottle is a fucking condom of all things. Well it looks like one to me and it slowly shrivels up and shrinks as the concoction transfers from bottle to first wife. The bottle is kept in a little cloth bag.
Because of the steroid she didn’t sleep fuck all that night but on a positive note when she woke up the steroids hadn’t turned her into Arnold Schwarzenegger. Aint real keen on muscly sheilas to be honest. I like feminine ones with soft curves and one now with three tits is better than having one with only two tits, so fuck yeah.
We weren’t sure what to expect as far as spewing and shitting. She was all good but they reckon she’ll get worse with the side effects and because she didn’t chunder I’ve attached a photo of our cat’s chunder instead. Cunt of a thing she is 😉
We went back on Friday to have the bottle she calls her wine removed and earlier that day QLD had changed COVID rules so no longer needed to wear a mask. It’s the small things like that and my first wife’s guts that matter.
I say her guts is small because she’s lost 10kg since this cunt of a disease came into our lives. She was already small as like a fucking midget anyway but instead of being a small roundish one like one of the Smurfs she’s now shaped more like Dopey from the Seven Dwarfs but with the personalities of all seven of ’em – Grumpy, Dopey, Doc, Happy, Bashful, Sneezy and Sleepy, depending on which time of the day/night it is. Some have stronger personalities and I’ll let you guys choose which ones they are 😉
But ol’ first wife is getting a bit more self sufficient every day but does still want me to put her socks on her so I can kiss her feet like the good slave I am.
On Saturday I took her and both our boys to a fun day at Kingston Park Raceway as part of a fundraising thing through her work. Four years ago this welfare group was set up when one of their colleagues Marylyn died and as a result they all put in $5 or more each pay. We attended the very first one and returned this year, more so as a sign of respect because as soon as they heard about Marjana getting cancer this very group immediately donated a couple grand to the GoFundMe page, and later had a bake sale with a similar donation resulting. They must have some fucken good bakers amongst them, I tell ya.
It was only the second time she had been out of the house and it was nice to see her reconnecting with her workmates and for them to see her in real life. My attempt to give a wise cool and very charismatic thank you speech was cut short at the end of the night by go-kart dust and fumes and oil and grease and wind and shit that blew into my eyes.
Visitors are still coming almost daily and sometimes even a few at once, but she enjoys it and appreciates it.
Another pamper package arrived today and if she aint the most pampered sheila in all of the world right now I’d be very surprised.
I’m supposed to return to work in a little over a week but will see how that goes, I guess.
On a positive note:
Our cunt of a cat hasn’t pissed on my clothes since I pissed on her so thinking I may start up an ‘advice giving blog’ with the first topic on how to stop ya cat pissing on ya clothes.
My first wife got to show off her wound to some other unsuspecting visitors. You should see how quick she is. Reminds me of a flasher flopping his cock out to unsuspecting victims in the park. She’s fast as fuck, man.
Because we are under the private health system rather than public, the chemo visits are done less than five minutes away from our home with free parking. This is heaps better for us than having to drive to the city every time.
Marjana is now sleeping with a couple less pillows and is down to three high.
Marjana laughs heaps including to this when I read it to her.
A mate of mine has a computer business called Supertech Computers and fixed my laptop, pretty much giving it new insides and although the attached invoice is a piss take he wouldn’t take any money. Anyone wanting new computers or even old ones fixed, please think about using Brett. He’s a good cunt, man and can be found at 0403326639 or 
https://supertechcomputers.com.au/.
I still love my first wife.
Couple negatives though:
Bella our dog who is a real good cunt and never pisses on my clothes and is happy as fuck just to hear me say her name or even look at her has somehow managed to transfer all Marjana’s lost weight to her guts and has started to limp so hoping it’s nothing serious.
Marjana noticed a little more hair coming out when she brushes.
Marjana’s skin is getting heaps dryer.
Marjana still sleeps with three pillows and not one and can still only sleep on her back.
It hurts when Marjana laughs heaps including when she laughs at these updates.
Our drains are backing up for some reason and my plumber mate is side tracked somewhat.
Our pet bird called Bird hasn’t died… maybe that should be on the positive part above but he’s a noisy cunt of a thing, so fuck him.
Anyone have any floor sanding contacts by the way?
Turned into a long read sorry, but like that awesome song Runaways by The Killers, I do tend to slip when the nights get wild.
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