Pondering the imponderable
It’s a blessing that we don’t know how many days we have left. I guess if we were told 20 years I’d start to relax (probably shouldn’t) but if we were told 3 years I’d panic. In a sense this … Read More
It’s a blessing that we don’t know how many days we have left. I guess if we were told 20 years I’d start to relax (probably shouldn’t) but if we were told 3 years I’d panic. In a sense this … Read More
Husband’s notes still haven’t made it back to hospital 1. We rang hospital 2, who had assured us they would be back at hospital 1 in time for last week’s appointment. We were impressed 🙂 . We shouldn’t have been… … Read More
Oh God it’s cancer. At least we know. After weeks of tests showing normal this definitely isn’t. We head back to the lift. I’m glad of the lift. I don’t think I could manage the stairs. Could we speak to … Read More
It’s been a long 2 weeks but here we are – waiting again – for an appointment with Dr Inscrutable. This is the NHS and they’re busy but my heart is in my boots as we wait an extra hour. … Read More
We knew it wasn’t great when we were given a quick appointment with a haematologist and escorted to the Cancer Unit to see him. Apparently they can fit people in up there – they don’t run to normal schedules. I’m … Read More