Monday, April 09, 2018
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Last February, we had the unexpected discovery of J's breast cancer, the surgery and subsequent treatment thereof occupying our attention for much of the year. She has recently had the first of her annual check-ups - always going to be a stressful time - and she is clear. I'm not.
This February, I had a bout of alarming symptoms which seemed at first sight to be entirely congruent with a kidney stone. While I myself was quite happy with that explanation, when the discomfort and visible signs had receded, I could tell that my GP was thinking along different lines and, quite unnecessarily I thought, insisted on referring me to the hospital for further tests. And so, on the 5th March, with the aid of a torch and camera inserted into one of the places where the sun doesn't shine, it was discovered that I have a tumour in the bladder.
Funny story. On the 22nd March, the other day, I went in for surgery. I had been through all the pre-flight checks, was gowned up and wearing those strange compression socks, I'd been talked to by the nurse, the consultant and the anaesthetist, I was ready to go in and get that cancerous thing cut out!
Then the surgeon (I assume) came to find me. Opened my case folder, drew a diagram on a sheet of paper, at which point I learned that my one tumour in the bladder was in fact two, and informed me that the procedure was not going ahead today. Because my recent CT scan, that apparently no one had studied earlier, revealed a more pressing problem. A much larger tumour on one of my kidneys. To paraphrase: "We're going to need a bigger hospital." So all I could do was get changed and go home. With three tumours, two different cancers, still lurking in there.
So. Instead of the hospital a short walk down the road, I'm being handed over to Addenbrookes, Cambridge, thirty miles away. But they are the centre of the universe for this sort of thing, so it'll all work out, I'm sure. Interesting days.
Update 27th March:
Summoned to local hospital for a meeting. Preliminary appointment at Addenbrookes, April 12th, with surgery not long after that, presumably. I'll be in for the best part of a week. One thing at least is clear: I'm going to lose my right kidney.