Hi, all! I've had a funny few months since falling out of the front door in June. As my friend predicted, 'Once they've got you in their sights, they find all sorts of things you didn't know you'd got!' Bless her! This time she was accurate with her prediction of doom - although that's not entirely a true summing up of the situation.
To recap - I tripped, fell out of the front door, onto the step and down it onto the block paving, sustaining a sternal fracture and a huge haematoma on my knee. The CT scans taken at A&E showed up issues with my colon, duodenum and lung.
So, I've had two colonoscopies, a gastroscopy, an endoscopic ultrasound, biopsies and umpteen hospital appointments, phone calls and all the texts asking, 'How was your visit here today?'
Add to this, a broken crown (thanks to some very hard sour bread), dental appointments for broken teeth (where I hit the paving) and our much loved cat having a blooming seizure entailing several vet's appointments including blood tests for which we had to collect and give her sedation (the cat - not the vet!), and I am jiggered! To put it politely!
However, at Christmas, our son gave to me a home made voucher, entitling my husband and me to join him and his wife on a nostalgic weekend in South Wales, visiting the places of my childhood and meeting with old friends.
We finally found a weekend that we could all go - only just avoiding another 'procedure' which the hospital kindly adjusted so that I could still do the trip - in the car - not down the doorstep again!
This happened last weekend and was wonderful!
We drove from Eastbourne to Cwmbran on Friday and back again yesterday. I feel as though I've been away for a fortnight as, for just a few days, there was no talk of hospitals or doctors appointments - except the phone call that came en route on Friday telling me I have another appointment this week.
So, our son drove us. We stayed in the Cwmbran Premier Inn which was comfortable and had a restaurant alongside. Staff were all lovely and attentive. The bed was comfy!
We found my father's grave and made it look pretty with some new plants. We met two old school friends and then, to top it all, I finally tracked down my cousin who lives in Cwmbran and had suddenly stopped all contact. A chat with her old neighbours confirmed my worst suspicions - she has been in a care home for two years having had a stroke and dementia. They gave me all the details of the home and, after a phone call to check it was ok to visit, my daughter in law and I went to see cousin Marilyn.
My cousin, who was lost to me for many years due to a disagreement between our fathers, is a lovely person and she has retained her sunny personality, despite being robbed of so much memory that she had no clue who I was! The staff clearly love her and she is well cared for, so my mind is at rest, having worried about her for so long. I have no idea why none of her daughters responded to my letters, Christmas cards and diverted phone calls, but as they have never met me, I suppose I would be low on their list of people to contact when they were worried about their mother.
It may be the last time I get to Wales, unless my son suggests we go again but I have now got fresh memories and photos to look back on and keep me going. Friendships have been renewed and I can resume writing to Marilyn, although she won't know who the cards are from, she will like the prettiness of them, I'm sure.
So tomorrow, it's back to the round of appointments. Resp consultant in the morning to discuss the lung nodule, followed by a quick visit to see my friend in the hospital as she is in there recovering from a stroke, then dentist in the afternoon. Thursday is free - until the phone rings again - but on Friday I have the gastroenterologist in the morning and then in the afternoon I have a curious appointment requested by the GP to discuss the letter received from the hospital where I had the endoscopic ultrasound procedure. Perhaps the morning and afternoon appointments will be about the same thing. We shall see!?
So here I am, sitting on my emotional see saw again. 'Is it a good thing that I'm being seen locally on Friday morning instead of being called back to Guildford? Is this an indication that biopsies etc have come back showing the tumour is benign so no further treatment required? Is it bad news best imparted by the local team? Is it no news at all, but just a routine catch up?
As for the afternoon appointment with the GP, I have no clue at all what they might wish to discuss. Could be good, could be bad, could be stuff I already know.
Ah well, best put it all to one side until the appointments happen.
Meanwhile, I'm off to collect our lovely girl from the cattery now! A few purrs and a cuddle from her will make everything seem normal again!
Please excuse the long post with all its ups and downs, but I find it such a help to share it all with you.
Best wishes to you all.
xx Moy