Visited The Freeman’s Hospital at Newcastle on Monday the 2ND August. This was for my first session of "Lithotripsy" for my Kidney stones. Evidently each stone will require more than one session. So, arrangements are afoot to re fare me to my own local Hospital. "The James Cook" It is but a short walk along the beck from my house. 10 Min’s. max.
Yesterday the 5Th I was back in Newcastle to see my Consultant. To learn if my last treatment was successful. I had been expecting to be seen by my usual Consultant the good Senior Lecturer Dr. Reeves. But no. A nurse called my name and was guided to the room where to my surprise. I was confronted with Professor D. Manas himself, the good Doctor Mr J. Rose ( he executes the procedures on my liver,) and the over worked and underpaid Joanna the Nurse. I felt instantly as I entered that room of much gloom, that it was not good news. I was not wrong !
After introductions (as this was the first time i had actually met the "Boss" ) I was asked to lay on the bed while they performed a quick Ultra sound scan of my liver. The Professor and Dr. Rose exchange ideas and prescribed A procedure where they insert a rather large needle into my liver. (don’t know the name of this procedure and i don’t know if i want to know ) I had been for warned that this could be the case. But had hoped that this would be avoided. "live in hope" as they say !
Professor Manas did point out that, more tumors could develop. So things could get so bad, that it was possible that my name would have to be removed from the list of hopefuls. It is at this point the death knell tolls. Those icy words washed over me and chilled me to the very bone. They brought home to me once more, just what a super fine line I am walking. Was this another warning of what may be lurking in wait around the next blood spattered corner for me, i wonder !
When Professor Manas spoke those words, not a muscle in his face moved. His eye’s burning into my own, they seemed to be looking for a reaction. I gave him none. Instead I asked politely if he would be so kind and allow me to take a photograph of the beast that was wanting to destroy me. He consented and smiled. I then thought while I have the two gentlemen who are endeavoring to save my life, together. I asked for a picture of them. (don’t ask don’t get) after a cough and a chuckle they both kindly agreed.
So that is how it stands ….Waiting for something to start. Always waiting. Things could have gone a lot better for me. But Dr Rose explained that the tumor is situated close to a blood vessel. This could be dangerous as the treatment could block the vessel and that would be well let us say, not good !!! Also Dr. Rose pointed out that the 3rd tumor has very few veins wich inthemselves are small. This proves it difficult to administer the coup de gras to the tumor.
Now for a few pics of my round trip by train to the Freemans Hospital.
The outward Journey I took the direct train along the coast. The return I took the main line train to Doncaster.
On leaving Middlesbrough there are a number of newly built offices blocks. All with different names. This one interested me. I had noticed that the pigeons always seemed to be roosting on the very same roof, when I passed (and I have passed many times now over the passed year or so) I wondered why, was it something to do with the name of the office block and the fact that Pigeons are direct decendents of the "Rock Dove". But obviously Clifton house has not been insulated as well as the other office blocks.
The sun for a change was shining, and I was missing it. 😦
Approaching Newcastle central station.
The Garden before the enterence to the Freemans. People sit here to smoke. Alongside wreaths that have been left by relatives and friends of some departed soul.
Professor D. Manas (right) and Dr J.Rose. "My sword and shield"
You are viewing this pic from above looking down through my spine.
It is the 3rd tumor that is causing the problem. Or making the problem worse.
It needs to be destroyed but this is prooving to be dificult.
I would like to thank "all" the team who are working to save my life.
I can not write more about this. Because I can not thank them enough.
"Joanna" the overworked and underpaid Nurse.
On my homeward journey the train stops at the lovely Cathederel town of Durham.
I changed train at Darlington ( noted for being the very first destination of a passenger train in the World) a station of many wonderful hello’s and many sad goodbyes.
Like all stations I guess.
Getting close to Middlesbrough now, here we have a fleet of Teeside taxi’s. 🙂
And finaly you will be pleased to hear, if you have made it this far down.
My arrival at my home town. The land of iron.
It had been a long day !