...... and I wasn't ready to part company with them!
No, I wasn't about to join the local rugby team, not even the ladies one! This is the story of the hospital's one and only attempt to perform an endoscopy on me. Somehow I don't think they'll bother trying again!!
It has to be said the hospital porter was lovely, very chatty and cheerful as we whizzed along the corridors. On arrival in the sparkling…
…... Or face the wrath of the Bad Fairy!!
Yes it’s December and that means Christmas (no grumbling at the back there please!). Wednesday saw me being chauffeured to the hospital, nothing exciting just some Bonio meds (Bisphosphonates) and I couldn’t believe how many houses had their Christmas trees set up in their front windows.
Now call me a scrooge if you must but isn't it a bit early? Particularly…
….about cancer.
How do we do it? It’s hard enough sometimes talking to adults and explaining things but children are a completely different kettle of fish.
This isn’t a text book way of talking to children when a parent has cancer, this is just our experience.
Master and Miss Bad Fairy are eight and seven. We started off explaining that things had gone wrong in my liver, as that was the obvious…
..... and I didn't touch it, honest!!
It would never have won any prizes or been held up as an example of perfection but I was rather attached to it. Maybe I should have paid it more attention. Lavished some time and effort to lift its self esteem. To be honest it did always look a bit like the poor cousin and never as grand or imposing as its near neighbours.
Anyway it's gone now, superglue and bodge tape won't…
.... lucky to have been diagnosed with secondary cancer?
We are forever reminded of the uncertainty of life and the fact that life can end unexpectedly at any age. I've had an advanced warning. That advanced warning has prompted me to look at my life and appreciate all of the good things in it, something I may not have had the opportunity to do had I plodded on assuming that I'd live for a long time. So I am lucky!…
