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Sajehar » Sun Jan 27, 2019 8:32 am
It’s taken me another month to get around to putting up my next post as I’ve been so busy and so much has happened in the meantime. Still, that’s an improvement on 6 months
I’ll start where I left off on Christmas Eve. I’d actually written my last post early in the morning of Christmas Eve but didn’t get around to posting it until the evening as I was too tired to add bits to it so posted it as was. I thoroughly intended to elaborate on ‘developments’ that happened on Christmas Eve sometime during Boxing Day or the day after.
I’ll get the bad news out of the way first, then follow with a really good ‘the kindness of strangers’ event to leaven the (my) mood.
Dad’s had a lump on his arm for a few months now, but none of the various creams the doc had prescribed had worked. On the Sunday before Christmas Day I rang the out-of-hours doc service (behind dad’s back) to arrange a home visit as dad’s lump had become positively leprous looking which really worried me. The doc took one look at it and arranged for dad to see a dermatology consultant at our local hospital on the day after Boxing Day.
We duly turned up expecting the consultant to prescribe yet another cream. Instead, she cheerily declared in a gorgeous Scottish brogue that she’d be “whipping it out” in an hour’s time.
True to her word dad left the hospital with his arm in a sling and eleven stitches to boot. The scar healed beautifully – it’s so faint it looks about 20 years old – but we got the results of the biopsy last Wednesday. The lump was cancerous; albeit at a very early stage. Dad now has to go in for another arm op this Tuesday. They’ll be using a laser and it’s to be an out-patient op.
Despite reassurances that this op is purely preventative, I’m worried sick about dad. I don’t know much about cancer but I do know that if you get cancer a second time – dad’s already had prostate cancer 7 years ago – it tends to be much more aggressive and harder to treat/go into remission/cure. And then there’s his age; he’ll be 84 later on this year.
My one consolation is that he’s recovering so well from his knee op that this bodes well for any future treatments; even cancer ones…. Maybe, perhaps, hopefully?
Any road up, I’ve got to dash soon as I’m due at the hedgehog sanctuary for 9am. I love looking after the hedgies and helping to make them better. I’m hoping to become a foster carer to a disabled hedgehog in the spring when they come out of hibernation. I have my eye on a bad tempered, blind hedgehog who hissed at and bit all & sundry apart from me. I’ve even re-arranged bits of the back garden to accommodate him.
Asides from doing my bit to home a visually impaired hedgehog in dire need of anger management therapy, he’ll help to keep my garden free from slugs & snails. And woe betide any puppy foxes tails that Mad Max sinks his teeth into.
I might even risk planting some more Bizzie Lizzies this spring. Last year I spent all day planting out 60 Bizzie Lizzy pugs or plugs or whatever they’re called. By the very next morning those pesky slugs/snails had eaten every last one of them, reducing then to tiny little stumps which never recovered. I’ll take great pleasure in setting a psychopathic hedgehog on to those mindlessly voracious greedy little b*****ds!
I’ll have to complete this post later… hopefully today and not in another month’s time.
Chow for now X
P.S. I still don’t know what a Bizzy Lizzy actually looks like… Durr!
P.P.S.
Belated 'Happy New Year' cyber card I'd done for CUK and then forgot to post till now.
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