Already Wednesday and Monday seems an age ago. My last thin slice of normality was sharing tea and croissant on the roof of Julian's car, parked in the sunshine in Guy's car park. We took photos like it was some crazy on-the-road holiday breakfast. If only. Too quick we said goodbye and then Luigi and I were swept up through the big circular moving doors into reception and made our way upstairs...
The day was long and painful. I had a picc line put into my left arm but the X-ray showed the tube had looped some where along my chest wall, so I had to have that removed and another one inserted into my right arm. 52cms it soft plastic tube snaking its way up through my arm to meet a central vein somewhere in my chest. Sorry for that detail for anyone squeamish. Arrived up on Samaritan ward at 4.30. Here an even more painful procedure of a bone marrow biopsy took place. Lots of swearing from me as a selection of needles and 'apple corers' were inserted. I did try to breath slow and deep, but was told I was going to hyper ventilate! Got to get this breathing rhythm right! The good thing about bone marrow stuff is once the procedure is finished the pain stops immediately, unlike my arms for which I had 'stereo' pain for nearly two days. Monday finished with a couple of chemo injections into my stomach. Small fry in comparison to all the other stuff.
Yesterday was a strange. I slept almost all day. Hugely exhausted with everything. I think it's just the reality of being back here in hospital hitting home. The smell that leaks into my nostrils, the sounds that invade my ears and my vision limited mostly to the four walls of my room. There is a window from which I can see a huge swath of south east london tower blocks and housing estates. Beyond those I can see the crystal palace mast but that is too close to home and makes me sad and homesick tinged. I try to divert myself by listening to the Olympics on the radio. They say gold medals should be won today... Back soon. tch
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wishing you well T, the Olympics can be a great distraction I've discovered. Lu and I started making some lovely visitors' books yesterday with distressed wooden covers, think you'd love them. Lots of love Jan xx
Lots of hugs and masses of love heading your way, hopefully you will feel it invading your four walls...... xx
a big hug ♥♥♥♥
chiara
Even us squeamish ones still read all the details just so we know everything you are going through ;)
Lots of love W xx
That was a surreal breakfast picnic in the carpark.I said to Janice it felt like we were dropping you off at the airport, beautiful sunny morning & Luigi in his linen suit carrying your suitcase ....if only. Sorry for you it was hell not holiday. Remember we're going to Cornwall not for a while but we will get there. Hold on to that. Love from all of us.XXXX
Hugs and kisees from down under. Details are good, we can be there with you squeamish or not.
J's back has improved somewhat so hoping he won't need an op. Still looking to visit UK in December.
K xx
Thinking of you Tess - lots of love, Luke, Zoe & Trickle-ickle-ickle xxx
Thinking of you. Katrin
Hi tessa hang in there and try to think of lovely things. Perhaps you can watch the Olympics to pass the day, even I have seen some now this is quite something! Lots of love p
Just reread your blog and re breathing a friend had a similar problem and was told sing/recite a nursery rhyme, this seemed to work.
Re Olympics I had a tear in my eye and a lump in my throat when the two lightweight girl scullers won, that was really something, please assure me that I am not going to like football!
Love p
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