Showing posts from February, 2019

6 Days In

Sorry for the gap in updates we have just not been in the mood to do any typing, whats happened since the last update, well let me tell you.
Amy has finally been moved from intensive care after nearly 3 full days up there, while this was a step in the right direction we do miss ICU. Don't get me wrong, on the ward we still have a private room, we now have a opening window which is lovely to feel the spring breeze gently blow through the 6 inch gap, I think they restrict the opening in case the patient tries to climb out, even though it only leads to a enclosed court yard, the court yard has a 8 foot pine tree and then lots of dead plants, the staff have said that it is lovely in summer but I don’t think we will be in any rush to come back to marvel in the hospitals version of the hanging gardens of Babylon anytime soon. We also now have a TV to watch, I say to watch but what I really mean is that they put a TV in your room that is free between the hours of 8-12, you know when Jer…

It pays to be nice!

Good morning/afternoon I am currently sat next to Amy in intensive care so they can keep an eye on her due to the fact that she spent so long in theatre. She is all swollen, like everywhere, it looks like she has been in a fight and taken most of the hits to her eyes and face,no bruising there just swollen like you wouldn’t believe, and she is getting poked and prodded every hour, on the hour by the nurses and when she isn't being poked she is sleeping (this is the quietest I have known her to be in the 16 years I have been with her). I spent the whole night at hospital, they are being wonderful looking after Amy and I. The first nurse thought she would be kind and brought me this,

Basically a chair you would find at school, not the most comfortable to sit on, never mind sleep on but due to my witty charm, my helpfulness and possibly some pity from the nurses, as I settled down for the night using the wall as my pillow a lovely nurse came in offered me a nice warm brew and came b…

Day of the surgery

Hi all, it's Craig, the long suffering husband of the loud and stubborn Amy. Just a quick update. After turning up late to check in to the ward (typical Amy she is never on time) she has been prepped and has been in surgery for 6 hours and 15 mins up until now. I have sat in a cafe on the hospital site, drank my own body weight in coffee (the last 3 was decaf as I am scared I won't sleep for a week now) had lunch with my mother, watched 3 episodes of burn notice and played about 20 levels of lemmings. Only about 2 hours to go.

shitting bricks!

Hey all....

My apologies for my lack of updates over the last coupe of weeks it has been a really shit time. I finally got a date for my surgery its on Monday, like in 4 days time, like 4 sleeps away, like not fucking long at all. Am I scared...oh my god yes, I don't think I have ever faced anything so scary in my 34 years of being on planet earth. I am absolutely bricking it.

This last week has been horrendous. The two things I specifically said right from day one is that when it comes to staying in hospital I need Craig (the home slave otherwise known as husband) with me at all times due to my phobia. Without him they have no chance in hell of getting me to stay. The second one was not to drop things on me at the last minute unless they want to see what Satan would look like after getting woke up at 5am with a mahoosive hangover.....I imagine pretty fucking scary! Unfortunately because of my phobia of hospitals and my PTSD I need to know in good time so that I can process it, bu…

Am i going mental?

Hey everyone,

How are we all on this cold winter day?

There is very little progress to report in the way of my cancer treatment. I am still waiting for a date for my surgery but have been informed in should be in the next 2 to 3 weeks. Despite my plea for them not to drop things on me at the last minute as I need to be able to prepare myself due to PTSD and hospital phobia. And also because I have 3 children that despite their feral tendencies they actually do need looking after and therefore plans need to be put in place so they do not end up spending 2 weeks bunking off school and living out of the green wheelie bin! It appears however that they are intending to let me know at the last minute just to make me panic and wheel round like a headless knobhead trying to arrange everything at last minute...thanks!

Since my last blog I think I have retreated slightly back into rebel teenage mode....I went and got myself a tattoo. The thing is, I actually wanted another one at some point but…