Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Op Cancelled Yet Again

That's Right - cancelled again! No Beds.
I had a dream last night that Bob had started his own petition to save himself, encouraging loads of people, most of whom were at my Birthday Bash, to march with placards outside Downing Street. The "SAVE OUR BOB" campaign or "SOB" for short, drew huge crowds, the National press and a statement read in front of No10 by my mate Ducko (aka Graham Duckmanton) supporting Bob's cause.
Anyway I awoke in a sweat with Bob's pouch full of wind and almost at bursting point. Must have been the the casserole we had for tea and luckily it was a dream. Or was it a premonition?

So believe it or not I was prepared for the news and would have been more surprised if it had gone ahead. Logically it was never going to happen with all the snow and ice around and people falling over, A&E admissions would be through the roof. Next time I'll offer to bring in an air bed and duvet.
Never mind at least during the conversation it gave me the opportunity to give them a nudge about my follow up CT Scan which is now being arranged.
At least the reprieve has given me a chance to build a Snow WOMAN before it all melted
Note that the boobs were modelled on our Sue's from what I could remember the last time I saw them many years ago

Saturday, 19 January 2013

Another Date for my Op but not Holding My Breath

I have just had another date through for my operation which is 24th January with the proviso that it could get cancelled due to A&E admissions or ward closures with Norovirus so I'm not holding my breath. I will only believe it when the needle goes in and I awake without my little friend Bob.
The view over to Lindrick from our back door
It has been a tough few weeks at work, working long hours and under enormous stress, making difficult decisions that affect employees lives when most cancer survivors would still be off work recuperating. Obviously being under such extreme duress, sleep has been difficult but hopefully I can get things wrapped up before I go off again.
The thing that I have learnt over the past year is that many things in life aren't fair and if you think that you are bad off then go to Weston Park and take a look. We just have to do the best we can.
I've had a slightly sore throat and a bit of a blocked nose over the past few days but it doesn't seem to be coming to anything, on the other hand this morning I may have strained the weak part of my stomach where Bob comes through the muscle wall, whilst shovelling snow. Will I ever learn? Hopefully it may all get sorted next week meanwhile I'm going to keep my fingers crossed, cabin up and take it easy for the rest of the weekend.

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Operation Cancelled

Well if I want my operation to go ahead tomorrow then it looks like I would have to sterilize the kitchen table and do it myself. So yes it has been cancelled only 15 hours before I was due to be there. Looks like it is something to do with norovirus and no spare beds but other than that I don't know any more.
Yep I am disappointed especially since my first operation to remove the cancer got cancelled back in March and had to be rescheduled, so I suppose I should be used to having my hopes dashed and maybe should have expected it even at this short notice. So Bob has had a reprieve for now and I have to scrape the bottom of the barrel for another positive in order to keep my chin up - What is it? Oh yes that's it, I can go to the pub quiz tomorrow night instead.
I've come to the conclusion that Madness is the ability to go from one disappointment to another and still remain optimistic.
So it's business as usual until I get another date.

Monday, 7 January 2013

Bob's Final Fling

The last two mornings Bob has been unusually small in size having retracted back a fair way into my tummy and looking a bit like a button - He must know what is coming on Thursday. I have watched the procedure on YouTube and it looks so simple that I reckon that I could do it myself if I had an extra pair of hands, check it out yourself "Closure of Loop Ileostomy" So it looks like I will be out of action for a while with 3 - 5 days in hospital followed by a recommended 2-3 months off work however I'm intending getting back after just 1 month. Getting Bob in the first place was life changing just as getting rid of him will be and it will take time to adjust I'm sure. One one hand I will be glad that I don't have to tend to him by cleaning, changing and emptying but on the other hand I feel apprehensive about the return of the urge. Sounds strange I know! The operation itself doesn't bother me in the slightest, it's no different to going to the dentist and I know I will be well looked after by the best.
The lads at Arbor Low

Saturday I took the opportunity to have my last decent walk in the Peak with Graham, John and David. It was OK, not much of a roughty toughty, hairy arsed mountaineers walk but good socially especially when doing a survey with passers by on the likability of Marzipan. Eventually Marzipan won by 7 to 4 with the last votes being collected in the Gate Inn near Cutthorpe whilst having a pint. Anyway I felt really good, almost like my old self, in fact there seems to be a slight improvement in the numbness in my finger ends.
I need to report to the NGH Theatre Admissions at 07.00 on Thursday ready for the operation, So the plan from now on is to tie up the loose ends at work, go steady on what I eat on Wednesday and get up at 04.00 for a shower and so that Bob is nice and quiet before our Phil picks me up.
I'll make some blog notes whilst I'm in hospital and post them when I'm back at home.