Tumours removed , smaller ones felt but not seen , diaphragm (part of) removed , vascular issues ( lots of bleeding) Broken hearted mother , bitch who thinks poking "karma" at a dying man is a funny and wise thing to do.
Dad is on mend from surgery , my head is full of fluffy clouds and sweetie mice and god knows what else , memory is shot to shit even in work I am reliant on my co-workers to keep pushing me to where I need to be or what I need to do.
Talked to a consultant of sorts today who explained the op and was clear that this does not cure it , this is still pallative care.
Next stop chemo.
I had something to write about and promptly have forgotten.
Nope its gone.
Argh.
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