Ring of Fire
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 college. How can we be so old? It is also strange that she was from Salford and has ended up living in my mum’s little village in Wales. She stocked up our freezer with home cooked food, and brought home made fruit loaf. They entertained us to a BBQ at the site, which was lovely. It’s always lovely to have a change of scenery. On their second evening we went to a restaurant just behind us called Bacaro. We strongly recommend it, amazing food. We are lucky to be surrounded by restaurants, although I am not really up to eating out any more. However, fortunately I am still eating well, which must help. They keep telling me to keep eating, and of course I always do as I’m told!l
As you may know, I am the shy, retiring type. I do enjoy seeing people. It does cheer me up. A great
pal from Jersey/Cyprus/Port Solent popped in yesterday, it was so lovely to see her, she is a breath of fresh air. SB’s little sister came to see us, more lovely company. His sisters are more like sisters to me than wicked sisters-in -law. A super flow of naughty cards, messages, lovely, thoughtful gifts andflowers keep me bright eyed and bushy tailed, even thought it’s raw.
Regarding my dear 94 year old mum, I daren’t mention the ‘c’ word. As far as she knows I have a cyst in my bowel, and have laser therapy for it. We have the same conversation every evening, “where are you now then ?” What is it they’re doing?” How long are you there for?” She forgets from one day to the next, which in this situation is just as well.I think she would have a heart attack if she knew.
Mr S Bloke continues to be my rock, thinking of rock - shopping..... If he could shop, he would be perfect. I have to immerse my bottom in my little bidet, with salt water in it. So off he trots for table salt. He returns with coarse grain rock salt. I tell him it will be fine, and say nothing the next day, when walking round with the coarse grains stuck to my bottom. I asked him to get me some panty liners, he returns with extra large thingy things with wings! Maybe I’ll fly. Past achievements have been super noodles, when asked for fresh egg noodles, Sunny Delight when asked to get freshly pressed orange juice......I could go on!
As for me, I won’t send a photo. I am not in good shape around the rear or front end. I have a baboon bum. I will not expose this in order to attract the opposite sex! (As in baboon world)It could have the whole population of Southampton running and screaming into the sea. I thought I was tough
sail through this. My sails are ripped. I have lost the skin from front to back. My
undercarriage is like raw meat. It is extremelypainful. They gave me webbing to put on with a morphine gel. It got stuck to Mike’s trouser leg, the duvet cover, my arm. When we finally got it in
the right place, when I moved it just curled into soggyball. So that didn’t help. I am now on oral
morphine. This bungs me up, so more medication to combat that. I feel like a hypochondriac with all the medication I take. This last week I had my final appointment with my doctor. I recall I thought her being quite stern when I first met her. She was obviously weighing me up. She is absolutely lovely. Not only does she look stunning, with beautiful clothes & shoes to die for, she is calm, cool, and listens. She has a twinkle in her eye, which captures my wicked sense of humour. I also have the most delightful nurse, who sparkles. I always want to hug her! I will be seeing a lot of them over the next five years as I come for my check ups. I feel so lucky to have such a wonderful group of people looking after me. All the radiotherapists are helpful, the lead radiotherapist in charge of colo rectal patients is always there to listen.
Three more sessions then home! Daughter number one arrives on Tuesday to help, and make sure Cabin Boy doesn’t pack anything that doesn’t belong to us. Not that he would do that intentionally, he woudn’t know whose was whose! Home on a Thursday on the slow ferry- 10 hours, but we decided that would be best as I can stay in bed, whilst being waited on hand and foot by my two nurses. Well that is my plan!
Home to our lovely garden. Now therein lies another story to warm the cockles of your heart. Next blog.....
“Friendship must be built on a solid foundation of alcohol, sarcasm and inappropriate behaviour.”
(A.P)
Apologies for hiccups in layout etc. I have problems editing. I need blog help - a lost cause I imagine!
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 college. How can we be so old? It is also strange that she was from Salford and has ended up living in my mum’s little village in Wales. She stocked up our freezer with home cooked food, and brought home made fruit loaf. They entertained us to a BBQ at the site, which was lovely. It’s always lovely to have a change of scenery. On their second evening we went to a restaurant just behind us called Bacaro. We strongly recommend it, amazing food. We are lucky to be surrounded by restaurants, although I am not really up to eating out any more. However, fortunately I am still eating well, which must help. They keep telling me to keep eating, and of course I always do as I’m told!l
As you may know, I am the shy, retiring type. I do enjoy seeing people. It does cheer me up. A great
pal from Jersey/Cyprus/Port Solent popped in yesterday, it was so lovely to see her, she is a breath of fresh air. SB’s little sister came to see us, more lovely company. His sisters are more like sisters to me than wicked sisters-in -law. A super flow of naughty cards, messages, lovely, thoughtful gifts andflowers keep me bright eyed and bushy tailed, even thought it’s raw.
Regarding my dear 94 year old mum, I daren’t mention the ‘c’ word. As far as she knows I have a cyst in my bowel, and have laser therapy for it. We have the same conversation every evening, “where are you now then ?” What is it they’re doing?” How long are you there for?” She forgets from one day to the next, which in this situation is just as well.I think she would have a heart attack if she knew.
Mr S Bloke continues to be my rock, thinking of rock - shopping..... If he could shop, he would be perfect. I have to immerse my bottom in my little bidet, with salt water in it. So off he trots for table salt. He returns with coarse grain rock salt. I tell him it will be fine, and say nothing the next day, when walking round with the coarse grains stuck to my bottom. I asked him to get me some panty liners, he returns with extra large thingy things with wings! Maybe I’ll fly. Past achievements have been super noodles, when asked for fresh egg noodles, Sunny Delight when asked to get freshly pressed orange juice......I could go on!
As for me, I won’t send a photo. I am not in good shape around the rear or front end. I have a baboon bum. I will not expose this in order to attract the opposite sex! (As in baboon world)It could have the whole population of Southampton running and screaming into the sea. I thought I was tough
sail through this. My sails are ripped. I have lost the skin from front to back. My
undercarriage is like raw meat. It is extremelypainful. They gave me webbing to put on with a morphine gel. It got stuck to Mike’s trouser leg, the duvet cover, my arm. When we finally got it in
the right place, when I moved it just curled into soggyball. So that didn’t help. I am now on oral
morphine. This bungs me up, so more medication to combat that. I feel like a hypochondriac with all the medication I take. This last week I had my final appointment with my doctor. I recall I thought her being quite stern when I first met her. She was obviously weighing me up. She is absolutely lovely. Not only does she look stunning, with beautiful clothes & shoes to die for, she is calm, cool, and listens. She has a twinkle in her eye, which captures my wicked sense of humour. I also have the most delightful nurse, who sparkles. I always want to hug her! I will be seeing a lot of them over the next five years as I come for my check ups. I feel so lucky to have such a wonderful group of people looking after me. All the radiotherapists are helpful, the lead radiotherapist in charge of colo rectal patients is always there to listen.
Three more sessions then home! Daughter number one arrives on Tuesday to help, and make sure Cabin Boy doesn’t pack anything that doesn’t belong to us. Not that he would do that intentionally, he woudn’t know whose was whose! Home on a Thursday on the slow ferry- 10 hours, but we decided that would be best as I can stay in bed, whilst being waited on hand and foot by my two nurses. Well that is my plan!
Home to our lovely garden. Now therein lies another story to warm the cockles of your heart. Next blog.....
“Friendship must be built on a solid foundation of alcohol, sarcasm and inappropriate behaviour.”
(A.P)
Apologies for hiccups in layout etc. I have problems editing. I need blog help - a lost cause I imagine!
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