Now don't be fooled by the title of this blog post - it's a big fat lie!
The weather in Middlesbrough is just awful but I suspect it's cloudy, windy and rainy in just about all parts of the UK today! Walked the Rockstar down to Mumsy's for breakfast (the dog's not mine) and Gordy was still in bed. He is going to the hospital with Dougy this morning as Dougy is going to get the results of the nine biopsies taken from his stomach a week and a half ago! (Really healthy my family!!!!).
Anyway - Mumsy decides she wants Rocky to stay with her today so I wander over the road to see Dougy. He is still in bed - there's a shock. But I have a cuppa and a ciggie (don't lecture me please) with his ex-missus while I'm waiting for him to move his lazy backside.
Yes you did read correctly - he lives with his 'ex' and they get on better now than they ever did when they were married! Human beings never cease to amaze me!
Alma and me talk about Gordy who seems to be on a bit of a downer at the moment. When he saw the consultant last week he was told that he can have another chemo sesh on 26th of this month and then they plan on giving him a rest. The consultant said they will do a scan in November to see how things are going. Gordy's friend Sean (who used to work at the hospital but now manages a 'walk in' GP facility in the town) told him to be prepared for bad news when he has the scan! Sometimes I wish that Sean would keep his big mouth shut! Alma tells me that Gordy is getting pain all over his body and Sean has told him this could be the cancer spreading through him. Again I wish that Sean would keep his big mouth shut!
Dougy rises from his bed and continually moans about his watch being missing and blames everyone but himself (Alma and her daughters moved his bedroom furniture to a different bedroom while he was away at work - he's a European courier). So of course someone else has lost the darn watch - couldn't possibly be in his van!
I ask him why Sean keeps saying things to Gordy that put him on a downer and Dougy tells me that Gordy gets no information from the doctors and specialists at the hospital and they have been virtually lying to him from day one. Perhaps lying is to strong a word but they certainly haven't been giving him the truth, apart from the oncologist who has been really straight with him. He said if Gordy was any older they wouldn't even have bothered with any treatment but because he is younger and fitter than most people are with aggressive small cell pancreatic cancer and extensive liver tumours he is prepared to give it a go.
Dougy starts to cry which sets me off. It is absolute hell watching your baby brother die. Dougy says Gordy cries at night but shoves his face into his pillow so Mumsy doesn't hear him! My heart breaks - I can't be there for him because I can't leave Rocky alone in my place - he barks and cries.
So Dougy has an appointment this afternoon to discuss his biopsies. If the PTBs exist and are listening please give my family a break and let it just be a gut full of bleeding ulcers (16 at the last count apparently! I really don't know how I can glibly write 'JUST'. We know there is a nasty polypy thing in his gut too and all of us are hoping it is a harmless cyst.
Dougy and me hug but don't say a word to each other because we both know what each of us is thinking.
And off I walk back to my little flat in the wind and the rain and get soaked along the way.
Like I said - "What a cheery way to start the day!"
Much love,
Chrissie xxxxx
