I’m sitting at
Tiff’s dining room table playing cards with Buster. He’s right beside me but where he’s usually
quite quick to say ‘Snap’, he’s missing a few chances. The reason is, he’s fascinated by my neck
scars and stitches and is staring at them and losing concentration on the game.
You’ve no idea how
happy I am that he’s beside me as Milly has fled to her room in horror and
Henry is just peering round the corner then skirting around me as I move
through the house. Apart from putting a
facial shield around my head like a Taliban Terrorist, I’ve twirled a pretty
scarf around my neck to hide the Frankenstein Monster like stitches and
staples. They aren’t pretty but it’s
still me! Oh - and I’ve got a droopy
mouth…………
Here’s the back
story:
I noticed a little lump in my neck
last October and didn’t do anything about it until December (I’d only just been
dealing with a stroke!). Tests revealed
it to be a “Level 2 SCC of unknown Primary Origin”. I was admitted to hospital on 22nd
December for an exploratory tonsillectomy and to get biopsies done on my throat
and tongue areas. That took up a whole
24 days due to my now being on blood thinning medication (re. stroke) and
having a couple of bleeds (more surgery).
The little children came to visit me in hospital and learned about
intravenous drips, how the bed moved up and down, why I had lots of bruises and
lots of other hospital stuff. We took
photos!
Move forward another month and having
found no other cancers from copious scans, FNA’S, MRI’s etc, etc I went back
into hospital to get the lump out and adjoining lymph glands. This was a shorter stay of 6 days but
obviously involved a few hours of surgery considering the lifeline of arteries,
veins, nerves and general communication equipment that fits into ones
neck. Tiff took some photos and the
children decided they’d rather not visit me.
Today 2nd March I feel
fantastic and ready for a visit to the Head and Neck Radiology department
tomorrow for stage 3 of whatever treatment is in store next.
When I looked for
my usual cuddle on leaving Tiffs the other day, Henry managed a ‘below the
waist’ cuddle, Milly hid beside the fireplace but dear Buster gave me his
usual kiss and hug. I’ll never forget
that hug.
1 comment:
Thanks Tiff for telling my story on your Blog and the special photos will remind me of some unique moments in our collective history!
Forward Ho.
Mum AKA Nanoo xx
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