It’s me again, the bad penny turning up with my latest news – when things go weird! I really do wonder if we live in a parallel universe!
I told you the latest news on my health last time and things seemed to be OK after months and months of stress. Anyway my doctor spoke to me after ringing up suddenly in the morning. I discovered that things weren’t as ship shape as I thought. Well at least I had three days of peace of mind which I suppose was nice. Although three days of peace of mind aren’t enough for me as I’m greedy and would like a lot longer.
I soon found out anyway. The consultant who I’d spoken to earlier in the week assured me that my scans were OK, along with my organs. His whole attitude was that another consultant does the top half of your body (upper gastro) so he recommended that I see them about my bile duct being thickened.
At this point, my heart dropped somewhere inside my slippers. My brain whirled round and round without stopping. She went on to say that (as had the consultant) to find out what was going on with the bile duct it was a case of CT scans. I’ve already already had those, and if they found something it would mean an operation.
At this point, alarm bells started ringing very loud and very clear. The doctor went on to say that it was a massive operation which I wouldn’t probably survive because of how frail I am and the damage done to my heart, which is what the consultant said too.
‘Blimey’ I thought. I didn’t know I was so near to the edge and nearly jumping off. We had a long conversation with her to decide what to do and all agreed that it was probably a pointless exercise to investigate further.
As she pointed out, cancer is usually very slow growing in older people anyway. My heart and other things wouldn’t stand an operation, that’s if they don’t get me first. So if I had a tumour, I probably wouldn’t survive, so the odds on it to us was to leave well alone as I’m between a rock and a hard place.
My blood test for cancer markers was clear, with no sign of it. My doctor is going to repeat the cancer marker test every two months to make sure, but why I’m still not sure because I can’t have an operation. So my dear friends, it’s wait and see and carry on praying in our house!
There’s a video blog to go with this convoluted tale, which is well worth a watch –
When things go weird – and wrong!
Back to some normality now. You couldn’t make up the stress that goes on in our house, it never stops one way or another. So here goes about the next thing.
There we were eating our lunch at the downstairs table in the kitchen when all of a sudden, Jane said she could hear water running. This was the afternoon after the phone call.
We dropped our knives and forks and stared at each other in silence, like you do when somebody rings the doorbell and we all sit there saying, ‘I wonder who that is’. We soon found out as my three shot into the hall where the sound of water was even louder. Of course, I couldn’t hear anything as I’m a bit on the deaf side with all the bells, whirring and other noises in my ears.
Eventually all was revealed as Kevin was chasing round the house turning various taps off while water was pouring through the ceiling lights in my bathroom. The floor was awash with water, inches deep might I say, so he managed to turn the power off followed by the stop cock for the water. They then ran upstairs to the toilet above my bathroom and found the culprit. Something had gone very wrong in the cistern.
It’s amazing how quickly you can turn what was tidy into a tip. He took the flooring up, tool boxes and tools were scattered everywhere, leaving me wondering how he was managing to work.
Hubby went into the funny mode he does when something goes wrong, and I don’t mean funny ha-ha! I plonked onto the settee followed by Jane, after all what could two damsels in distress do! Kevin had to go to the plumbing centre and get a completely new whatever-it-was inside the cistern and then fit it to make it work. Then he had to clean the two bathrooms that he’d turned into workshops. It was a lot later that night when all was restored again and the toilets were back in action.
You don’t realise how much you miss a toilet until it’s not there, believe me. Was I glad when all was tidy and working, although it left me wondering what was going to happen next! When things go weird – it’s not in it at our house!
Other blogs you might be interested in –
- Crash, bang, wallop, boing!
- Chrissie’s Capers: Next steps
- Here we go again – tests, tests & more tests
- Soap Land
- Back home again!
- Out of Hours – part 2
- Out of Hours
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