I saw the surgeon 3 hours ago.
First news is that the scan does not distinguish between active cancer and dead scar tissue. So all she can say is that it has not grown. They find out more when they go in with a knife.
The worst casewould be that it is much worse and had spread so as to be inoperable. The best that the cancer is all dead and they only need to cut out and splice the effected area.
The risk of death is still there, well it is major surgery. They can’t even start unless they have a guaranteed Intensive Care bed available. I made the joke about the operation being risky, but the alternative being a dead certainty. Maybe too many others have made that joke, because her expression was deadpan.
I spend the first day or so with “tubes into everywhere” she said. I’m not sure this is entirely true, as she didn’t mention my ears or my anus, but every other oriface was covered, and some tubes go in through the belly (maybe there’s just not enough room up my nose for all of them). I decided not to point this out, in case she thought of some more tubes to insert in places that could cause me piles of pain. So now I wait until 28 July and then go in.
The specialist nurse was there as well. She was helpful and competant, which was more than I managed to be. She asked me to get cotton bud samples from groin and from up my backside. I turned down offers of help with this task, which seemed to disappoint my wife, and disappeared off to do it myself. First I forgot which was which and had to go back and ask again, then I dropped the second sample (the one inserted in a northerly direction) on the floor. I had to go back, apologise and ask for another. She took it very well.
So that’s the situation. Keep on eating, doing exercises and as much walking as possible. Whatever you do improves your chances of living a while longer.
Forty years ago after my accident I promised myself “Mi gerddaf i”, I shall walk, and after two years I did. I said at the beginning of this episode that I would eat again, “Mi fwytaf fi.” And I did.
Well, the odds seem to be improving, so now let’s try “Mi fyddaf fi yn byw”, and see if I live. I’d be quite chuffed if I do.
Here we go!
As I was reading this Malcolm, perhaps you will not be happy with what I say, I know Doctors are not God and you know also, they may try their best ( I hope so) even with all they have studied and with all their medication and drugs they can not tell you ever the truth, because they do not know it!
Yes perhaps they are competent in administrating products, and doing what they have studied!
Not one time have you mentioned Jesus who you know is the healer!
I would give it all to Him, and I would have complete confidence in Him!
He gives life… which is better than taking a chance without Him!
The problem that I see talking about odds and being chuffed , and promising yourself, if you do it yourself, if you came through it because of your will , is your own ego!
The Lord Jesus would like you to put Him first in your life!
It is good that you have a caring family and friends
and that you are being taken care of , but human- beings are limited, our God Almighty is not! He does do miracles.
I like the fact we cover the whole body and soul with your blog, Malcolm. One day, it’s six starters at the Chinese banquet. That was after (but not because of) the wee disappointing kidney infection. You keep us up to date with your feelings of fear, joy and boredom. And today, we’re treated to tubes in every orifice and bottom samples. Keep it up! (Not the cotton bud, the subject matter.)