For those affected by cancer and other diseases, you are not forgotten in the noise of Covid.
My ongoing prayers, my concern and my cursing and railing against the injustice, is only one small voice among so many.
Another amen to Patdys post! I've been thinking the same thing that you might think we were all so wrapped up in this new thing we forget that you guys are still facing the emperor of diseases. You're still at the top of the prayer list.
Currently in hospital, but waiting to go home. No panic. I came in to see if a stent in my food pipe would help me eat, in which case one would have been fitted. It turns that I probably don't need it, so I'm waiting to be discharged.
It has been a bit weird. Weeks of not seeing anyone, and then coming into a place which, though comparatively quiet, is still full of people.
Hope you're soon out @Robert Armin - but maybe you'll at least get to talk to people (at a safe distance, of course!), and, also, be able to eat properly in the near future.
I have found that regaining the ability to consume and enjoy a modest quantity of alcohol is the surest indication of improving health. I am very glad to hear it, Robert Armin.
All went well, but I'm still hoping I didn't catch anything in hospital. Of course, everyone took loads of precautions. In public areas staff didn't wear masks but lots of distancing. In the ward staff wore little blue face masks and gloves. In the area where I might have had surgery they added what looked like welders' face plates (which made me wonder how they were planning on opening me up).
Half an hour of a little blue mask drove me crazy. How they are managing long shifts in a demanding job astounds me.
Today started well. Took part in a virtual service, which meant i saw parishioners I've not seen for weeks. Then sat outside in the sun, tantalised by the smell of beef bourginnon cooking. It was lovely, soft and tasty - and after two mouthfuls it wasn't going down. So I've spent the rest of the day feeling miserable, as well as hungry.
This is weird. Having slept for 11 hours I've woken from a dream of being in a triathlon with hundreds of other young people (well, I was young in the dream). This something I've never done, and never had any wish to do, but it seems as though some part of me wants to be fit and active in a way I haven't ever been.
Was that your last dream before waking? AIUI, those are sometimes the most vivid, and the most readily remembered, dreams.
I frequently have my 'ambulance' dream, when I go back quite a few years, and revisit my time as an Ambulanceperson, but that has a basis in reality. I assume the dream means that I wish I could go back to the days when I could walk, run, lift etc. etc.
Perhaps when you were *ahem* younger and fitter, you could have taken part in a triathlon, even if you never had the desire to do so?
I wonder if being ill with a Fell Complaint (of whatever sort, not just the Big C) does affect one's dreams? I can't see why it shouldn't, and perhaps this might be the subject of another thread (though not necessarily here in Hell!).
@Rossweisse I've noticed you often posting prayer for others, but how are you faring? Have you been able to stay on the trial drug? And do you have enough care and support at home (in addition to the feline ministry, I mean)?
Thank you, @cgichard. I'm feeling pretty well, all things considered. I now have to have care 24/7, which is expensive (thank God I bought long-term care insurance a dozen years ago; but the company is slow to pay, and it gets in the way of my privacy), but which enables me to live at home with said felines.
I had a brain MRI this morning, and got the results this afternoon. The mysterious little spot has not grown, which ought to be a good thing, but of course various teams of specialists still have to weigh in on it. I should know in a few days if I'm to be allowed to stay in the trial. Prayers are greatly appreciated - they do make a difference.
Can I whinge a bit more please? I'm trying to have breakfast, and now cheesecake isn't going down. This is the fourth day of having problems eating and I'm really fed up.
BF's suggestion above is a good one. We have two friends working through the collateral damage from chemical warfare, and we make regular soup runs to them. Vegetable soups seem to be the easiest for the body to process (and to make). Leek and potato soup (with garlic and just a trace of ginger) seems to be the most popular. Praying and cursing are quite helpful too, but it's the soup that's most enthusiastically received.
Talking of which, A has just about recovered from the chemo and will resume radiation on Thursday. He's been promised no more chemo as long as he lives.
The medical PTB agree: I can continue in the study, and receiving treatment, for another 6 to 8 weeks, when I'll have another MRI and they will reevaluate once again. (I'm going to push for eight weeks.) Deo gratias!
The medical PTB agree: I can continue in the study, and receiving treatment, for another 6 to 8 weeks, when I'll have another MRI and they will reevaluate once again. (I'm going to push for eight weeks.) Deo gratias!
@Rossweisse , that's good news. Those oneries must be working overtime @Robert Armin I hope you've managed to contact your doctor to see what's happening.
My brother is still pretty ill a year after his cancer surgery. Not sure if it is cancer related, linked to the fact the original operation was screwed up or something else. Cancer well and truly sucks!
Prayers for all.
Thanks to Rossweisse and Robert Armin for sharing their encouraging news! It has been in short supply lately. I'm just heading outside to release a few more orneries to make sure.
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But the main point stands, and I haven't forgotten either
...Now.
It's possible that it may harken back to a time when hunting was less about entertainment, and more about nutrition.
It has been a bit weird. Weeks of not seeing anyone, and then coming into a place which, though comparatively quiet, is still full of people.
Hope you're soon out @Robert Armin - but maybe you'll at least get to talk to people (at a safe distance, of course!), and, also, be able to eat properly in the near future.
Like, today.
Half an hour of a little blue mask drove me crazy. How they are managing long shifts in a demanding job astounds me.
I frequently have my 'ambulance' dream, when I go back quite a few years, and revisit my time as an Ambulanceperson, but that has a basis in reality. I assume the dream means that I wish I could go back to the days when I could walk, run, lift etc. etc.
Perhaps when you were *ahem* younger and fitter, you could have taken part in a triathlon, even if you never had the desire to do so?
I wonder if being ill with a Fell Complaint (of whatever sort, not just the Big C) does affect one's dreams? I can't see why it shouldn't, and perhaps this might be the subject of another thread (though not necessarily here in Hell!).
I had a brain MRI this morning, and got the results this afternoon. The mysterious little spot has not grown, which ought to be a good thing, but of course various teams of specialists still have to weigh in on it. I should know in a few days if I'm to be allowed to stay in the trial. Prayers are greatly appreciated - they do make a difference.
Can I whinge a bit more please? I'm trying to have breakfast, and now cheesecake isn't going down. This is the fourth day of having problems eating and I'm really fed up.
And have you contacted your GP/Consultant?
IANAD, but don't leave it too long.
Talking of which, A has just about recovered from the chemo and will resume radiation on Thursday. He's been promised no more chemo as long as he lives.
Best wishes for A, ST.
My thoughts and best wishes, Robert.
Thanks be to God!!!
@Robert Armin I hope you've managed to contact your doctor to see what's happening.
My brother is still pretty ill a year after his cancer surgery. Not sure if it is cancer related, linked to the fact the original operation was screwed up or something else. Cancer well and truly sucks!
Prayers for all.
And I'm feeling brighter today. I've even managed to eat yesterday's cheesecake for breakfast.