I made it through!

Well hi, everyone. I have lots to update you on about my escapades in hospital. Some highs and some lows. Thank you so much to everyone who sent a message. Or who just thought about me. I have appreciated them, but looking at my phone or computer at the moment is just a painful mess…

Once again we find ourselves on the eve of surgery…

Well I sort of dropped a bombshell on you all with no details and then disappeared for a few days, didn’t I. To be fair, that’s kind of how it went for me too. I didn’t get many details on that Wednesday, but I’m not even sure they knew much at that point. I went…

What a day.

Wellllll……. Where to start. I suppose it starts here. ‘I want to make sure you have good support’ Mr K is saying. His words feel strange. Like they’re floating in the air in a strange order. I’m not sure I understand. What is he saying? What is he not saying? ‘Deepti (my other surgeon, if…

Wait… What?!

So on Friday I got a letter from my hospital. I get so many of these things. I open the letter on Friday evening, assuming it’s going to be a post-admission letter. Or perhaps a letter telling me about my clinic appointment on Wednesday. It said: An appointment has been arranged for you to have:…

Heroes

I also ran into Claire while I was in hospital. Remember her? She was part of my surgical team from the original surgeries. I’ve seen her every time I’ve been in hospital actually, but she wasn’t in seeing me this time. But I said hi and she came over to have a chat. I got…

Oh the people you’ll meet…

I was in a head and neck ward. So I was there with people who had… well… swollen faces. Familiar swollen faces. With feeding tubes in their noses and patches on their throats announcing that they had, not too long ago, had tracheostomies. Oh how I felt for them. It suddenly felt not so long…

From the biopsy through the night…

I should have written about it at the time because now things get hazy. It was around 4pm I think, when I made it up to the ward. I wonder how long between when they finish the surgery and you wake up? Is that a long process? My phone was dying, I’m not sure what…

Ode to the best anaesthetist and recovery nurse.

So I mentioned Kirstie in the last post. She was my anaesthetist. Look, I’ve not had the greatest anaesthetic stories the last couple of times. The anaesthetists have got stressed, they’ve struggled to find my veins, they’ve got annoyed at me, I’ve felt trapped, I’ve got stressed, I’ve gone under feeling quite worried. I’ve therefore…

Biopsy hospital admission – part 1

So I went in for my biopsy. I had to get in for the 7am admission, though I knew my surgery wouldn’t be happening until around midday. The nurses tried to tell me I was up first so had to get ready, but I said I didn’t think that was likely. I got moved around…

There is no such thing as an open MRI. And other stories.

I was lied to! Maliciously! Ok, it was anything but malicious. Me? Dramatic? No, never. But I was told that UCLH has new MRIs that are open, so claustrophobia and panic will be but a distant memory. I did not see any proof of this. The MRI on Sunday was super enclosed. And it was…