Home at last
It's good to be typing this knowing that Mrs T is sitting downstairs rather than stuck in a hospital bed. She rang at about half past eight this morning to say she was dressed and her bags were packed. She needed me to pick her up, and for her discharge papers to be signed and then she could leave.
It's still not 100% clear what has happened with the last blood tests. The first test was inconclusive, and we never heard the results of the next one. But she was determined to come home for a bath and to recuperate in more comfortable surroundings, so here we are. Got to pop back in tomorrow to have the stitches out (actually they're more like staples) and then back next Friday for a follow-up scan (and yet another blood test). After that we'll get an appointment with Mr B in a couple of weeks to review the whole palaver and, I guess, look at future fertility (which we're assured will not have been affected by the events of this week).
Posts here may get a little less frequent for a while now. I'll record the follow-up visits and notable parts of Mrs T's recovery (she's signed off work for four weeks initially), but I imagine things will quieten down after that. Until the next time, of course...
(Incidentally, I did get a hefty chunk of my essay done yesterday, and am about to start of the next section.)
6 comments:
I stumbled across your blog quite by accident. I'd just like to say that I am impressed with the strength you are showing in the face of this event in your life. Keep writing! :)
Many thanks, Jim, for your kind words and encouragement.
Hi Treggles,
thanks for your comments to Wendys Week (I intentionally left out the apostrophe to annoy the Editor of that paper!)
I thought I must read your Blog.
You are having a rough time, but please, please tell folk the truth about what you are going through, life really is too short to keep secrets, I know it is hard but the last thing you need on top of all your troubles is trying to remember to tell lies.
Keep smiling.
Wendy
Wendy, thanks.
I understand you comment, but the secret is for a reason. We don't want people to know that we're "trying" as that seems to us to create a pressure: as the months go by, everyone wonders whether you've succeeded or failed yet again. I've seen it happen to friends. This week has seen us enlarge our circle of 'insiders' from two (us) to five, and that's plenty to offer us support. Writing this this blog has also been a very useful exercise for me and is helping me to cope with emotions as I think them through more deeply to explain them.
When the time is right, this will be shared. Hopefully, when we've had a baby. If not, I'm not sure when.
Thanks again for your concern.
Just want to say I understand and am sending you all the luck in the world.
Wendy
Thanks for the blog - a poignant mix of sadness and humour.
M.
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