You Can’t Live Indefinitely Indefinitely

The kids came into hospital to visit me a week gone Sunday. Both of them were excited to see me and each had a good look at my head. G had reminded them in advance that my hair had been cut and I would have a plaster on. The previous week when I had returned from my appointment with Mr H to discuss further surgery, I had shown my Mam the photo of me and Mr H. The kids had wanted to see the photo too so I explained that I was sitting next to my doctor, who was going to take out the tumour in my head that shouldn’t Continue reading “You Can’t Live Indefinitely Indefinitely”


Homing Pigeon

Rach is home and can be found in her natural habitat…bed!

Thankfully, Rach hasn’t suffered from sickness since Friday and the pain of moving her head is easing as each day passes. Indeed, gone are the heady Oramorph days and she’s making do with good old paracetamol.

She continues to be very tired caused, in no small part, by the lamentations of her previous cell mates as well as, of course, the small matter of her third open-air surgery.

Rach wanted to convey how grateful she is for all of your kind words and wishes and I’d like to highlight that my previous, rather succinct, post was commented on more than 50 times…not that I’m counting or comparing…

Finally, Rach (as is her wont) noticed a treacherous discrepancy in the nomenclature used to identify the beds on the freshly-minted ward 15a (see pictures below). Not only that, Rachel has now completed the Royal-VI Neuro ward flush (wards 15, 15a, 16, 17 & 18).

More to follow in the coming days.


All has gone well

G here.

I’m delighted to let you know that all has gone well and Rach is back on the ward, already giving me instructions!

Words can not express my elation, relief and pride, nor the sheer weight of love and support we feel from friends and family.

More to follow tomorrow (after a heady mix of celebrating, collapsing and recuperating).