Question: What does it take to get Nick to chop the wood that has sat in the front garden for two years?

May 26th

I’ll start by answering the question, two years ago a tree was being cut down opposite my parents house, so I managed to get a whole load of large pieces into my car,so we could have wood for our fireplace, and unloaded them.  My job done.  They then sat in the front garden in the way, collecting leaves and dirt for the next 2 years. Yesterday morning when I called Nick to find out what time he was thinking of visiting he mentioned he was in the front garden, I guessed it,  chopping wood…….So Cancer has worked it’s magic and he is becoming competent!

It’s now Saturday, Day 3 after the op and things are getting better, but not without some hicups along the way.

If the truth be told the last 3 days are a bit of a blur.  I have spent a lot of time in and out of sleep, but with 6 hours of aneastetic in me that is no great surprise.  Let’s see what I can remember and report back……..Hummmmmmmmm! Lovely flowers arrived and have made my room looks much nicer as well as a scattering of cards. Lots of nurses in and out, doctors checking boobies look like boobies and physios making me do excersises that are like the chicken dance, Yes really if you remember that tune from the 80’s and the dance that went with it that’s me for the next 6 weeks!  Arms flapping up and down.

This morning was very dramatic, you have to remember I have a drain out of each side so nothing is fast for me.  Need help lifting and carrying the containers that are attached to the drains.  The first time I got up to go to the bathroom I came over all funny, hot, clammy and thought I was going to vomit.  My beautiful nurse came to my rescue and got me back into bed.  Breath and relax.  I can deal with this I thought to myself, it will pass.   About an hour later I needed to go again but this time the sensations came back way worse. Almost fainted on the way back to my bed, clinging to the wall as  I shuffled along.  As I was perched on the side of the bed trying to get my head back in the game, concentrating on breathing and not throwing up, which I failed, and as I did my consultant came in and took over like a true professional.  Oh my god I felt like hell and Wanted to cry.  I had been so good yesterday walking up and down the corridor and doing stairs.  Now I was a blithering idiot on the side of my bed revisiting my breakfast.  Anyway Miss Franks took control, got me in bed, put a cannula back in my hand, IV going again and thinks it might be all the very strong painkillers I have been having.  No strong painkillers for the day just IV paracetamol and the drip.  Within a short while I felt batter and as the day has gone on better and better.

Dr Floyd also came in today to make sure everything was still looking ok.  He was pleased with what he saw and so am I.  He said the drains could come out so after lunch Malika my nurse came and removed them.  Hope was visiting at the time and was more than interested to see them be removed. It wasn’t painful, just a strange sensation as they were pulled out.  Both Hope and I were shocked at how much tubing was in there, a good 6 inches I would say.  It feels amazing with them out, less pain on my side and I am now much more free to wander around the room on my on.

As I mentioned Hope came to visit this morning and stayed a good few hours.  We snuggled up on my bed and watched a movie together, drank tea and ate the delicious treats Jenny had made for us.  It was so nice, almost forgot where I was.

The biggest excitement of the day, well apart for the vomitting drama this morning, was they shut down the 4th floor as there was only myself and one other gentlemen up there and moved me to the 1st floor.  Thankfully Hope could pack up my things before she left.  I am now in room 105 which is way bigger and has a sofa.  If I had been in this room when Hope was still here I think she would have moved in.

I thought I would never say this but thank god for tecnhnology.  Without my phone I would have been much more lonely and bored sitting here. For that reason I would like to say THANK YOU to you all for all the kind texts. Emails, and other messages.   If I didn’t reply I am sorry but it doesn’t mean I didn’t get them, got and loved them all. Just a fuzzy head space here.

Till next time………