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With christmas looming I was aware that there was a lot of people in my local area who were looking to try and make a few extra pennies to make paying for Christmas more bearable. I love Facebook, I use it ALOT, and there was a local page where people where buying and selling things to help make ends meet. I'd bought and sold a few things and built up a rapport with a few users on the site. With that in mind the cogs started whirring and as a result a little acorn of an idea...
Following my arrival home I was very lucky to have my partner and family around to help me to recover. I have never been too good at asking people for help, always preferring to try to muddle through as independent as possible. Even I couldn't argue that I needed help after the operation, mainly in looking after my son. Being a full time mum has had its perks around all of the operations etc I have needed. God knows what it would have been like trying to get time off work etc...
I remember sleeping pretty well that night, propped up on the electric bed surrounded by many pillows, I woke up every now and then to drink some water which was slightly awkward. I had a scar across the nape of my neck about 8cms long which was glued so had a shiny appearance. Moving around was interesting, I think it was mainly a psychological thing but it felt like I needed to keep my head and neck as still as possible so as not to burst my scar. I don't remember being in...
Having
had my first appointment cancelled I didnt hold out much hope that my
operation date would come around again soon. I expected to wait at
least a month, and so was very pleasantly surprised when I was booked
in for my operation the following weekend. I was to be at the hospital
at 7am on a saturday!
Unfortunately 7am appointments mean no food or drink past midnight the
night before, so I stayed up late and had a midnight feast :) As I said
previously I wasnt afraid of...
I received a phone call from the admissions people at the local hospital to notify me that Dr M has requested to do my surgery at a posh private hospital over an hour away from my home. I wasnt too keen at first, I worried about getting there and staying overnight so far away from my family. But eventually I agreed and after many a missed phonecall (I never check my voicemail lol) I agreed a date for the surgery and was sent a letter asking me to go for my pre-operative assessment...
Fast forward a good few months and my appt came around to go see the
consultant at the hospital. My little man insisted on going dressed as
Spiderman, the consultant greeted him as Spiderman and made a fuss of
him. I instantly liked him!
Dr M the consultant put me straight at ease, he had a beaming smile and
was welcoming, he had a peek at my neck, and asked permission for a
student to have a look too.They both agreed that it was a big 'un :) I
wasnt worried, but the doc advised...
I was sent a letter asking me to go to the hospital, so they could have a look at my lump... so off we all went a nice family outing down to the hospital, my little man was happy - he brought woody and buzz with him and was bought a magazine. I never know whether or not to make polite conversation with other people in waiting rooms, so I didnt. I waited my turn while the little man and my partner played in the convenient play area in the waiting room and then they called my name. I made...
So I booked an appt with the GP, my head swimming with all sorts of
nastys from google abuse. My partner at this point had been yelling
whenever he went out of the room 'Get OFF Google!'...
Typically trying to not look worried I explained to my GP about my lump,
that it was probably nothing - but could she just let me know what her
thoughts were? Having looked at it and prodded it a bit, she decided
that it was very unlikely it was Cancer, coming to that conclusion due
the...
My little man is a proper boy, he has no fear, runs everywhere, talks at
the top of his lungs, wakes me up in the middle of the night every
night to get in bed with me. In short hes awesome, and can be a big
mummys boy. Turns out at 3 yrs old hes already paid me back for
everything I do for him bcos if it wasnt for him I might not have said
anything.
It was during a trip to a&e with my little man that I mentioned in
passing to the lovely doctor that I had a big lump in the front of...
