In case you were wondering what all the “wife’ references are about rather than using her name, well it’s because we wanted this to be pretty anonymous.
Obviously you all know who she is, but my plan at the end of all this is to put this blog onto the Macmillan website to maybe help a fellow bladder cancer sufferer see how an actual journey went for someone. I have signed up to the Macmillan site and they seem very keen on anonymity, everyone has a nickname.
Anyway, today I was back in Charing Cross hospital for another Covid swab. It was worse than the first one. No way could our Premier League footballers be having a proper Covid swab every day. They’d be rolling around the clinic, clutching their noses like Mike Tyson had just hit them.
Then went to see my surgeon and nurse. Surgeon explained a bit more about the operation and the potential problems.
One of which is the fact that when they open me up my bowel might not be able to convert to Neo. She just won’t know until she can see. It is unlikely but I could still wake up with a stoma and bag.
I signed my consent for all eventualities. No decision to make there.
No update tomorrow as we plan on getting drunk. Give my bladder a real good final send off .
