Causeway cuddles

Where was I? I can’t remember. It doesn’t really matter. More importantly, where am I now?  Safely ensconced in the metaphorical arms of my local hospital. Almost a year ago to the day, they brought me in and kept me safe. Now they do so again. After two significant turns, I was admitted back onto the ward where my journey began this time last year.  A close colleague of my original consultant took control and put me first. 

I’m not sure, but my instinct is that there was a bit of a public sector budget row....... whoever refers for the scan, has to pay? 

I’m probably outside the time frame for another Oncology suggested MRI, but I’m under their care so why should somewhere else pay for it? That’s my thoughts (as someone who works in the public sector) although I caveat that I could be totally wrong! 

Reality is that we’re broke. Not just the Health Service, but everything else too....... policing, education........ As the petty rows continue, the community pay the price in so many ways. 

Anyway, that could all be wrong, but I’m certain there isn’t enough money!! I’ve watched medical staff run ragged and used to see it in policing day and daily.

Regardless, there remain good and decent people who just want to do their jobs. 

I was admitted to hospital on Monday night. At that time I could hardly walk, could hardly see straight. Later I added being violently sick onto the list. But thankfully by that stage I was safe on the ward with many of the same nursing staff that looked after me at the very start. The ones who saved my life at the start are still doing so. They just often don’t get the same glory as the specialists.

I’m currently awaiting transport to another hospital for an MRI. I can walk carefully with the aid of a walking stick and monitored. I’m dizzy and sick without medication. The hope is that a virus hit an already weak body. The scan is the only way to rule out progression of that pesky tumour!  

I’m confident it’s definitely a virus and that the tumour is calm like the rest of me. Let’s get it confirmed. 

Usual love and thanks to friends and family for help and support. One even sent a supermarket delivery of tea, coffee, biscuits etc to nurses as a thank you! I know some very cool people. Xxx