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Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Mr FAT'S day with the nice doctor.....

Well, went to hospital last night and had a CAT scan and today had a gastroscopy. Had to wait for about an hour and a half for the young doctor to then come and see me. I knew there was something up looking at his glum expression and then he paused and hesitated when we had sat ourselves down in the consulting room off the recovery room. "Well, is it bad news"? I asked He still looked glum and hesitant so with my best smokers smile I said, "what's the problem then, don't hang about I've taken the day off and the sun is still shining out there and anyway, it's my bad news and not yours, so let's get it over with.

As you know I have been feeling a bit lifeless for the last couple of months but in all truth I have actually been feeling much better over the last week or so and again I thought it was nothing more than a sliding hiatus hernia, bloody uncomfortable, but manageable and that was the point of the camera down the gagging throat today.

As it turns out there is a hernia, but, "We have another problem" says he. We won't fully know until we get the results of the biopsy and then we will arrange a multi discipline consultation (what the F... Is one of those - I didn't ask - which got me into more trouble from Ishbel) but in the meantime we are organising a full MRI and another CAT scan. You may need to start a course of chemotherapy but we will sort all that out on your next consultation"

"Any questions"? Says he
"Well yes" says I and he looks expectantly at me and I say. "I've been in here all morning, any chance of a fag break"?

I know, I know, but what can one say to the above, he says there is something wrong with me. I ask if I am going to die and will it be a painful death, he looks glum and I again say what are you looking so glum for, it's not you with the problem and anyway the bottom line is that yes I may have a serious life threatening illness/disease that has no doubt come about by being a fat git who smokes, has asthma, a touch of arthritis and who's idea of exercise is walking to the kitchen to make a coffee and then of course there is the final point that until we get the results of the biopsy we don't really know what the extent of the problem is ..... So no point in worrying at all, is there?  Mind you if he can't tell me what is actually wrong with me, and I never thought about it until I was lugging the tonne of medicine and energy drinks home from the pharmacy, what the hell did he give me it for, just a thought, but they were all very attentive and nice and I did get a wee packet of ginger nut biscuits with a coffee while in the recovery room, so that was a result.... If you've never dipped a ginger nut biscuit in your coffee you haven't lived

Oh, and if it does turn out to be bad news I've told Ishbel that if she continues to put plastic in with the normal waste and not in the non recyclable I will be back rattling the bins against the window at night haunting her until she learns to do it properly and another thing when I say it goes in the oven when the correct temperature is reached, WHEN THE LIGHT GOES OUT, that doesn't mean putting it in there just after you turn the oven on, otherwise I will come back and make sure all her food is burnt.... Loves ya babes


  1. Well shit, Tom. Wish he'd actually told you what is wrong. Speculation is way worse than knowing.
    So you let me know when you know, after you and Isbhel talk of course. So don't worry because I'm worrying for you. This ones on me.

  2. Wow, let's hope it's not as glum as Dr. Glum seems to think. Prayers for you and Ishbel.

  3. What can you say to that? Hate not knowing stuff but you are right - no point in worrying until you know and worrying never changed anything.
    Thinking of you.

  4. Hang in there Tom. It seems, based on your post, your still keeping the right attitude.

    I believe that whatever the problem is, staying positive is a key component in recovery. Of course, I tend to prescribe bacon for anything that ails me, so it is probably best to listen to your doctor. I really can't be trusted.

  5. Tom, this is the worst post ever! I hate it! I am so so sorry you are going through this. I am sending healing vibes your way and praying for you and Ishbel. Take care of yourself! Lots of love from Auntie Penelope!


  6. Jules, I know what is it with doctors, oops you married one LoL you must have like the look of his stethoscope xxxx

    Nope never mentioned what was wrong, just that he is very concerned with what he saw on the camera

    Shot, stabbed, nearly drowned - twice, parachute accident hospital for half a year, trapped down a pot hole, fell out of a helicopter STILL HERE xxxxx

  7. Thanks Jaye, loves ya too sweet pea xxxx

  8. Kerry, too right and I have actually felt rather good today feeling your thoughts xxxxx

  9. Brian, now worries my friend and I have your book to read, so will be hanging about xx

  10. Aunt Penny, you are the best, feeling your vibes wash over me, that's probably why I felt so great today Love you too xxxxx

  11. Good grief! So sorry to hear this, and a bit miffed that the quacks didn't give you more details beyond this looming chemotherapy possibility! Hope it all works out okay, Gramps!!

  12. Hey Mickey, I know he was bright, cheerful and talkative when he took me in and doing the procedure and then a complete volte face afterwards. I'm thinking that a) he sees things and knows what they are, but is not a specialist in that field and b) it's difficult for some to give bad news but hey what the hell if it turns out bad I will expect you to stop procrastinating and finish both series otherwise you will be in trouble; lights will be flashing in the house every night and as you go to jump in the pool, I'll use my new psychic powers to empty it ......

  13. There's something about young doctors, thinking it's better to hold back all the results until they get a few more--give me an old, seasoned, blunt doctor any day.
    You're surrounded by family and friends holding the best thoughts and praying for you, Tom.
    I love your "threat" to Isbhel about coming back and rattling the bins until she learns to sort things correctly.
    My guess is she'd refuse to learn to sort them just to keep you busy!
    Wishing you the very best, Tom.

  14. Marylin, yep, no point in worrying yet, back in for an MRI this weekend and got a call today to go and see a consultant on Friday afternoon, we'll just wait and see what come of it all

    Thanks for your kind words my sweet. xxxxx


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