Back from hospital. Finally. My, that was a long five days. Maybe because it was ten. So glad to be reunited with my own THINGS, and be able to read any book I like, and to make a cup of tea and not have to wait for the trolley, and to huggle my cats, and be away from the hospital SMELL. Also happy to be able to breathe again, and to have survived Chemo Round #1. Not so happy about being an official Sick Person, with…
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 been a low cancer risk. There's no family history. I haven't smoked in over 20 years, and then it was only the odd social drag…
Sometimes, when warm water and rocking aren't enough, and I'm curled up in a ball because something wants to come out of one end or the other and I wish it would make its mind up and get a move on, I sing myself a little song.
I sing, Poo, poo, my world is poo ...
Or, Daddy's taking us for a poo tomorrow, poo tomorrow, poo tomorrow ...
I got the sun in the morning and the poo at night ...
Or, of course…
Please ignore yesterday's post. We've spent the day at the Churchill, first discussing cancer treatment, as scheduled, then in the pleural clinic for the all-clear from Dr Naj.
We didn't get it. The lung's filled up again.
So, I'm being admitted to hospital on Wednesday, and will probably be in there for several days.
Damn. That was two screams and a perfectly good faint quite wasted.
I'll try…
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!" I said.
Well, they did tell me to let them know if it hurt.
But I anticipate myself. Come, step into my time machine, and let us travel back to last Thursday morning ...
*wibbly-wobbly spacey special effects*
It is Thursday, and for the past few days (weeks?) my breathing has been becoming increasingly more and more laboured. This time last week, I could - just -…
