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Sunday, 21 January 2018

Rest and Recuperation

I usually look like a bit like this.


More recently I have looked more like this.


I have a pic of some cutting detail but I have filed that away.

I had a word with my pal Archie but he didn't answer.


I did a bit of studying.


I think I have the proportions correct but my emphasis is wrong.

Check me out again in a week, or is it three weeks?



Saturday, 13 January 2018

Hori-vental

This is where we are today, not really up and not really down. I'm pretty sore and dependent on the painkillers.

My grandson Ash popped in to see me yesterday. He was really pleased to see me and we watched some cartoons together. Only got nudged in the gut twice but he's not a heavy hitter yet.


Am aiming to rest up today as I can't manage much else.

Sunday, 7 January 2018

Looking Upwards ...

... to the sky above my wargames hut.

Is it a sign?


Big day tomorrow.

Thursday, 28 December 2017

Plan A, Part 3

Had a phone call this morning from the hospital.

They have had a cancellation and can do me on January 8th.

Hope that doesn't mean some poor soul has died and made a space for me, but then that is the way of the world.

I have to go to a Pre-Op Clinic first thing tomorrow and tell them all the things that are already in the system. I hope I can remember them all again.

Wednesday, 27 December 2017

Plan A, Part 1 and Part 2

Plan A, Part 1 starts with this.


I have to drink about 4 litres of this stuff every day.

Why?

The tumour in my left kidney is eating into my kidney blood supply and this releases blood into my bladder. If the blood stays too long in one place it will coagulate and create clots. These clots block my urine output from the bladder causing no end of eye watering pain as well as infection. The tumour is also spreading into muscle tissue behind the kidney. The other kidney appears to be OK.



Another response to a blocked bladder is a catheter, they are just as painful and also make your bladder lazy. I've been there twice and I don't want to go there again.

The downside of Part 1 is regular visits to the toilet roughly 30 minutes apart. My best record is 40 minutes but that brought some pain back into the argument whereas with infection present it is about 3 minutes.

This makes travelling to a wargames event a bit difficult, Vapnartak in York in February is a 'no-no', my wargames hut is a 'maybe-yes'.

That is a 'bummer'.

Plan A, Part 2 goes like this.

I turn up at the Western General Hospital one day in the New Year. January is fully booked but since my cancer seems to be aggressive they will try to fit me in.

I get a nice comfy bed and a jag in my arm and oh so sleepy.

When I wake up I will have a few abdominal cuts, and maybe one bigger one, and another bloody catheter. Oh Joy. Probably 3 or 4 days in bed before being allowed home, more litres of water and quite a few tablets.

Maybe a couple of weeks after that I could maybe get out to the wargames hut and peruse what hasn't been happening. It might be another month after that before I'm allowed to drive.

What happens after that?

Dunno. Ask me later.

Tuesday, 26 December 2017

Boxing Day Breakthrough

Yesterday (Christmas Day) was just bearable but more painful towards the evening.

However, since then, particularly since lunchtime I have been passing blood clots followed by more pain.

The last one was a massive clot but has been followed by a painfree period and a couple of reasonably normal pees.

I might get my paintbrush out this evening.


I'm just about to go out and visit my 17 month old grandson before he goes to bed.

Whoop-ee-do.

Monday, 25 December 2017

Record Breaking

I'm not particularly fussy about records and that.

I was, however, proud that when I retired from work I was the longest serving member of the service, 41+ years.

And, when I stopped attending my local wargames club I was the longest continuous member, 40+ years so a bit proud again.

Todays record is nothing to be proud of.

I have been to hospital twice today, Christmas Day.

First time was just after midnight and the second around lunchtime. Both were painful, wet and bloody affairs. Two days until my consultant meeting now.