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  • Blog Post: Better days (I would like some)

    - Major panic attack Sunday night -Three-hour wait for out-of-hours doctor - Discovery that there is only one out-of-hours doctor for North Oxfordshire almost triggers another panic attack - Routine appointment with oncologist on Monday morning - Nausea, headache, hurty tummy - Asked if...
  • Blog Post: Under pressure

    Funny old thing, that cancer - yes, indeed, I see you all laughing already. Here I am with a tummy full of foreign bodies doing their best to mount a coup d'état against my internal organs, but a lot of the time I don't really feel all that bad. Then - of course - I feel like a terrible...
  • Blog Post: Bite me

    The past week has somehow managed to be tedious beyond belief and also more-than-verging-on-the-shambolic, in more or less equal measures. I'm sure it ought not to be this difficult to arrange basic, routine medical maintenance; and I'm also certain it shouldn't be up to the patient to do...
  • Blog Post: Things can only get better, and if that's not true I don't want to hear about it

    Lord, I thought having a panic attack in a Portakabin was bad enough. Things have been even more exciting since then, with another panic attack taking me to the out-of-hours clinic in Cowley Road; the next day, Bank Holiday Sunday, we went to five chemists and took four hours to get the drugs the doctor...
  • Blog Post: Normal service has, unfortunately, been resumed

    Remember how yesterday I blogged in some excitement because the Churchill had managed to do a few things right? Well, scratch that. The doctor who was intelligent enough to come down and find me in the Day Treatment Unit to let me know that he'd booked me a tummy drain rather than trying to phone...
  • Blog Post: In which they are out for my blood

    Actually, it's the other way round: they are going to give me some. But I anticipate myself ... When last seen, we (that's me, as usual) were in a miserable, grumpy sort of mood. There had, in fact, been actual tears - not many, but a few - and this is rare, because we may be a bit daft but...
  • Blog Post: When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide

    It was a funny week, last week. Not that they're not all a bit strange these days, what with the way everything has to revolve around cancer, in pure defiance of Galileo, but mostly what I do is spend my life sitting around, usually feeling guilty about sitting around and being sure that there ought...
  • Blog Post: Kitty come hooooome!

    Blessed Samhain, everyone! There will be a lovely bonfire tonight. Hurrah! At least, I hope it's hurrah. At the moment we are very worried, as our bad BoyCat stayed out all last night and hasn't reappeared this morning. I hope he's just got shut in somewhere and that whoever owns wherever...
  • Blog Post: No, *this* is your elbow ...

    And another Churchill!fail. Yesterday, you will remember, I didn't get the tummy drain I was promised because I had a radiographer appointment but no bed. And they promised faithfully that they would fit me in tomorrow. Today I had a phone call from Omar, the doctor I spoke to on the chemo ward...
  • Blog Post: What we don't talk about when we talk about cancer

    While I'm waiting to go into hospital - probably; the Churchill seems to be at complete cross-purposes with what we were originally told - I'm going to say a couple of things you're not supposed to say. #1: Why me?! The obvious answer is 'why not?' But, in theory, I should have...