So my 62nd birthday has
come and gone, and considering my aches and pains and limited mobility, I have
had a good time. Just to get the medical bit out of the way, I am struggling
considerably with mouth ulcers and sores at the moment - this is a side effect
of the chemo drug 'everolimus' but whilst it is doing its job, and I shall know
that for certain after my next CT scan, then "sore mouth's", however
extreme, are something i have to put up with. It does mean, however, I struggle
with my eating, and my talking!!!! A quiet time for Sue!
Talking of Sue - I know
that she doesn't find it at all easy. I am so appreciative of all that she and
others do for me. But sometimes I feel Sue doesn't quite understand just how
frustrating it is being so reliant on others, and there are times when she gets
quite sharp with me, and then I bite back!
On my birthday itself,
Daniel was my first visitor, who called on his way to work. Then John and Pete
came to take me out for lunch. They are brothers who I have been friendly with
for over 50 years, since we were in the cubs together. John still lives in
Grimsby, and Pete near Lincoln. We usually meet up a couple of times a year,
and it was great to see them on my birthday.
Mark came to see me in
the evening, and that ended a lovely day.
Friday saw lunch with
Beryl at Reg Taylor's.
Saturday a low day, and
Sunday the first of two trips to York this week - this one with Sue and
Charlotte and Jill and Tom. But it hasn't got off to a good start as I feel
lousy. Sue and I had a major row. Anyhow we set off, soon got over it, and had
a great day.
And Sue happily pushed me
round the streets of York.
But let's go back to
Queen's Medical Centre Nottingham, and some fine people, on the medical teams,
on the caring teams, and amongst my fellow residents.
I still pray for Dave,
who was in the bed opposite me, and Sid who was in the bed next to me, and the many
other people whose lives touched mine for a few weeks last November.
Then word came to me that
I was moving on - nobody was quite sure where to - even when the so called
ambulance came to move me, I was delivered to the wrong hospital!
Community Hospital Kirkby
in Ashfield is where I should have been, not Community Hospital Mansfield.
Eventually I got there and stayed there for almost 3 weeks, learning to use my
legs again.
To a great extent this
has been successful, and usually each day seems a little better and easier. The
last couple of days have not been such days.
Nothing much to report on
in the Community Hospital. The food was not so good, but there were still some
wonderful people who I remember and still pray for.
That was going to be it
for this post, but I must just refer back to our day out in York.
Went to visit the retail
outlet just outside York, and I decided I would hire an electric scooter for a
couple of hours. Well that was great fun, and Charlotte and I haven't laughed
as much for a long long time. I managed to dislodge all the men's underwear in
Mark's and Spencer's - Charlotte howled with laughter. I also managed to get
stuck in a china shop, and Charlotte once again came to the rescue. I am
certainly going to look at the possibility of buying one if I continue to
struggle with my hip - not only will it help me get round, it is great fun.
How I have changed after
grumbling about them in the past - yes, I hold my head down in shame, but
beware if you see me gliding along the street on one of them.
So that's it for now - I
think I have also finished my latest hospital experiences, but I will continue
to post a blog every 2 or 3 days, with my usual insights into what is going on.
Will catch up with you
again in a couple of days.
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