The Daily Echo has not, you will have noticed, been running at full speed for the past couple of weeks.
In fact, few things have been running as normal. Me least of all. About the best I can do is hobble a few steps.
The day we were supposed to be heading off for adventures in Scotland, I had a phone call from my GP. After listening to the results of that morning’s X ray, it was decided that travel was the wrong option.
I spent my birthday in the scanner, and had nothing to do but wait for the results.
Ani blamed herself, thinking that the black mass in my lungs was a fur ball. She even nearly had a bath.
As I have mentioned before, it was cruelly ironic that one of the most important bits of our planned trip north had been to meet up with my friend, Mary Smith, herself documenting her journey with her recently diagnosed lung cancer.
Monday, I ceased being able to breathe and, sirens blaring, was rushed to hospital for more tests than the national curriculum and an appalling diagnosis in record time.
Without going into detail, there is a lot of nastiness going on in my chest and bugger all they can do… except loads more tests… apart from making the last bits both a tad easier and further away. If I’m lucky. And if the tumours … yes, two of the buggers… attacking lungs and heart are amenable.
I am still in hospital and may be so for a while. I don’t like the idea, but the alternative isn’t exactly enticing 😉 More tests, scans and biopsies to come, and hopefully a little good news about the time we might buy.
Because there is far too much we want to do for me to go out without putting up a fight.
And anyway, I cannot have the small dog blaming herself 😉
Thank you to those wonderful friends who, knowing something wasn’t right, got in touch to find out what, offering whatever support was needed, it matters more than I can say. Especially now, when serious illness, the possibility of losing your nearest and dearest… or even your own life… must, thanks to the Covid monstrosity, be faced alone.