The Demise of Roland Ratso: Chaper twelve and a half
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FormerMember
Saturday night and it’s like bloody Picadilly Circus. The mysterious man is having lots of attention. Alarms are bleeping, nurses in and out and hushed conversations. I fear the worst for him.
Sunday morning and we are up bright and early. No lie ins in hospital. Probably not healthy! Breakfast consists of porridge, cereals and toast. The porridge is made with milk (I make mine with water) but I manage to eat it.
The man who arrived late on Saturday is called Mark, forty one years old. He had an extremely bad and frightening reaction on Thursday night and finished up calling three nines and was taken to Queens. He thought he was on his way to meet his maker. Mark was being investigated for a growth up his bum – so big that it wouldn’t allow him to sit down comfortably. In fact he said that if it got much bigger it would be waving at people! He didn’t know what was wrong. First they discussed prostrate, then bowel and then possibly lymphoma. Hopefully he would see the consultant on Monday and finally know his fate.
The man who we thought was on his way out was getting ready to be discharged. “Where have you got it?” he asked. “Bowel cancer, “ I replied.
“They thought that was what I had got but it turned out to be lymphoma. They’ve been deciding all week whether to give me a blood transfusion and now they are sending me home.”
Bit of a result there then. It looks like all of the hard work paid off. Malcolm wasn’t impressed. “Up and down all night – not a minutes sleep. Every time I doze off someone comes along to torment me!”
FormerMember
I have been reading your blogs since you started posting and find them very informative, enlightening and funny (most of the time). You seem to be able to write with such humour I envy you. I am always short and to the point, only because I never know what to say.
your right his Blog is extremely funny! but just picture spending 24hrs with him! he makes me laugh constantly.We speak about his cancer openly *though we have named it Roland* and have a laugh and joke about it.Its not because we are any less loving than any other family or that we dont know the seriousness of the situation its because its simply unavoidable and they say laughter is the best medicine.
I look forward to reading your blog each day. It is guaranteed to bring at least a chuckle and more often than not causes me to laugh out loud. Long may you keep on blogging. I also have one of those dratting cross trainers and yes you guessed it it has also become a coat hanger!
