Arrived home from The Freemans Hospital 6pm Thursday, after undergoing another blast of chemo.
Upon my admission to ward 12 I was placed in a cubical to myself, this was not to my liking.
There was nobody I could talk with to help pass the dreary hours away.
It was even more boring than watching cricket, so spending the afternoon acquainting myself
with my tomb like surroundings. I looked out from the one small window, to be faced with a brick wall.
I quickly closed the curtain, the pale leafy pattern was preferable to a cold brick edifice.
After a seemingly endless night of tossing and turning, I was awakened by Emma the nurse who was to
care for me during my stay at the Freemans. I recognised her from previous visits to the Hospital.
Emma also recognised my African jim-jams, the most colorful thing in the hospital, it seemed.
Shortly there after came a young student Doctor, informing me that he was to fit a catheter.
The student Doctor, then proceeded to inflict a most excruciatingly painful assault, on a nerve in
my wrist. It was like a bolt of lightning,
shooting from my wrist up to the fingertits of my index and middle fingers. "OUCH" and "OUCH" again.
The student Doctor had missed the vein and pierced the sheath that nerve’s are housed in.
He apologized and decided to place the catheter further up my arm.
I shall say no more on this incident,
only that still if i touch the area on the back of my hand i feel a stabbing pain.
Soon it was time to dress for the procedure, the hospital gowns they provide are impossible
to fasten oneself as they fasten from the back. A strait jacket springs to mind quite apt as i felt
I was in a prison cell anyway.
The procedure began with the surgeon inserting a wire into my groin and feeding it up into my liver.
On the screen to my left, I could see the the blood vessels of the tumor, it reminded me of a leaf-less tree.
Fascinating to come face to face with the thing that was trying to kill me.
I asked the Surgeon what was the tumor feeding from,
to which he replied "that is what I am trying to discover".
He was not sure which vessel is providing the tumor with blood and suggested that,
if the results of this procedure were not positive then he may prescribe
and operation. This involves entering my liver by means of a very large needle.
This would in some way (unknown to me yet) destroy the tumor.
I would need sedating for this.
He also informed me that the left lobe of my liver, was in good enough condition to keep me alive.
If the left lobe had not been in a good condition,
then treatment to the right lobe where the third pigeons egg was located would not have been possible.
This made me a lucky man he said, as going untreated the tumors would have polished me off
before a new liver could be found. (perhaps)
Upon my return to my claustrophobic cubicle the pain and discomfort began.
Firstly my stomach felt like a large snake, was wriggling about in my gut.
Then the pain from the damage to my liver kicked in.
The combination of both made for a most dreadful time.
Sweating and writhing on the bed, begging the nurse to administer the morphine.
It took what seemed forever for her to do this, quite why i just can not imagine.
Then began the vomiting, this lasted for 2 days. After which I was totally drained of any energy
I was wrecked. Upon my release from hospital the same student doctor that had fitted the
catheter informed me that they had discovered a stone in my left kidney. This he said would probably
need surgery. At this news I fled the hospital as fast as I could.
So, although my future appears to be plagued by more pain and very little pleasure.
I am most grateful for the halcyon work they do at the Freemans Hospital.
So much so that I intend to donate my body to science.
Who knows, perhaps parts of me may be found in a jar of formaldehyde on a dusty shelf
in the national science museum. lol
I feel confident that someone out there is walking around carrying a liver with my name on it.
It could be "you"
On a lighter note.
Here you find some photographs of an abandoned brood of Blue tits.
For some unknown reason the natural parents deserted the nest after feeding them to this point.
and now they look like this.
Dangerous Dave. lol
The beautiful people who sent me these photographs are the very same beautiful people who rescued
"Lilly" the neglected dog that had some very bad sores.
Those that actually read my posts shall remember Lilly.
Here you see her before and after.
I know what I would like to do to the bastard that allowed this to happen.
I would chop his balls off and to hell with the consequences.
LILLY LAMB HAS MUCH TO SMILE ABOUT THANKS TO
2 VERY WONDERFULL PEOPLE.
Have a super time over the hols and "hey"
let’s be carefull out there.