Blog from Uranus

Well I can’t believe it’s two weeks since I last wrote this blog, although in another way it seems a long time ago. The last 10 days of treatment were literally a right pain. I do seek attention, and do like to be‘special’, so it came as no surprise when a doctor I didn’t know was called in, on inspecting my bits, exclaimed “Oh my God” Are they meant to say that? She was clearly seeing something not very pretty. She muttered something about a very severe reaction and scuttled out of the room quite quickly, saying I would be seeing my own doctor the next day. Following that, I saw my own lovely Oncologist. She had a similar look on her face when examining me, stating that it was “not nice”. I think I told her that it did not feel nice. I think I would have been better suited to lying on a Butcher’s Block. My final Consultation was with the Specialist colo/rectal Nurse/Radiographer. He is quite a character, and has quite a wicked sense of humour, and yes, we have something in common....

RING OF FIRE And so it goes on. Minibus each day, collecting a group of people from the Isle of Wight ferry on our way to the hospital.We make a motley group. I’m dying to ask where their’s is, but hold back. I am a naturally nosy person! As we arrive, a couple of people hang back to light up their cigarettes! Can you believe it? One is a lady who is really struggling with throat cancer, now I see why she chose to have a peg feed rather than a gastro nasal tube. WTF! Wish I was big boss...... Nobody else would qualify for the Ministry of Funny Walks, only me. I already had achieved a high standard, but as I burn, I am reaching higher levels! We have had lots of visitors, which brighten up our days. Ex Kenya friends and Jersey friends who are in this area call in. My dear, lovely ex-college friend, who happens to live in my mum’s little Welsh village came down with hubby in their Campervan, and stayed on a nearby campsite in Netley. The four of us were great pals 50 years ago at ...