Blog from Uranus

Scanning and Planning. Apologies to my dear friend the Vicar’s daughter and Vicar’s sister. I am quite a nice girl really, and  only resort to foul language when foul things are happening. Like now.  We have to get up at 5.00am to catch the Red Eye. My alarm decides to come to life at 4.00am, needless to say I don’t go back to sleep. Mike (Cabin Boy) does. Is it him, or do all men have tremendous sleeping skills? Fortunately no fog, and a good flight. We arrive at the hospital at 8.30. I had managed to negotiate my way out of another appointment the following week, as my Oncologist is away on leave this week. Surely they shouldn’t be allowed leave. They have a job to do! Another kind doctor had agreed to see me instead, and I have been told to ask at Reception. Nobody knows anything about it. We are sent all round the Hospital asking about said doctor, nobody knows where he is. Is he having a lie in? They take me into the Radiotherapy suite early. ( Don'...

The first visit. And so it's off to see the Oncologist. As we live in the middle of the sea on a small island, we have to go by plane. I know this sounds exotic, it isn't. It's bloody exhausting, Cabin Boy dutifully comes with me. We arrive at the hospital, which holds scary memories of the Cabin Boy being close to death because of his scary treatment, and my experiences in the Neuro Wing, having various test and hurty things being done to my spine. Being the strong, 'I can cope with anything' woman - I immediately broke down, dissolving into this howling, shaking, jibbering wreck of a woman. WTF? Cabin Boy pats me, which he always does when he doesn't know what to do. Is it a man thing? Didn't he realise 40 years ago when I was in labour, when he was told to fuck off after attempting to pat me? But bless him, what else to do. Anyway, big, deep breath, lippy on, upwards and onwards we go. The Consultant, a lady in her mid 40s, - so young! Rather seriou...

People of delicate disposition, Vicars’ wives, Vicars, please do not continue. It may cause offence. I am writing this because I have been on the Internet, and became frightened with people saying they nearly died with diarrhoea, nausea and nasty things. I aim to provide a lighter view of my progress through something rather horrible. Shit Happens Well, here we go again. Do I have a large cow flying over me, whilst others have the bluebird of happiness. Without trying to bore you, but I feel as if I have had my fair share of crap. At the gentle age of 16, I was in and out of hospital with serious back problems. This resulted in rather heavy spinal and neurological surgery at the age of 22. I didn’t know for some time that I had a form of Spina Bifida. A big part of my spine has been encased in metal since. I even had to have it done again at the age of 45 when my spine near collapsed. Then the big bit! An intra cerebral brain haemorrhage on my 56th birthday. I am now paralysed d...