Well, I have had a bit of a time of it since last I checked in with you. My lovely Samsung RV510 – circa 2005, has been feeling its age & a combination of chronic constipation (stuffed to the gunnels memory in other words), had Himself manfully attempting to sort it out, cram in some new grey cells (or whatever the techie terms is) which would have been great except for the fact that Sam didn’t want to co-operate very much. Finally just when Himself thought he had cracked it by burning a disc – the disc drive packed up as well as the battery & the power button!
Himself not feeling great & a grim family anniversary looming in February, hasn’t helped my creative juices much. On the positive side, it was a good job that I was beginning to feel more normal & was able to step up to the plate for him with some limitations.
Anyway, he’s just over a week on the other side of his angiography & we know what we are facing. He was convinced that he was going to have blocked arteries & was delighted to discover that his arteries & the chambers of the heart are all fine. It is, he declared a testament, to eating butter & bacon butties (joke). He has an electrical problem with his heart & we await the next specialist consultation & hopefully, the possibility of keyhole surgery to ablate his Ismuth Line which is the culprit….
It’s enough to give one cardiac problems if you didn’t have them already & he did as you know if you read the last #.
Anyway I will stop rambling about those trivial woes (Sam, not Himself).
First things first, I finally made it back to Springfield Cancer Centre with Obi Kenobe & saw one of the Gynae Oncology Nurse Specialists rather than the Oncologist, which was fine by me. I am delighted to report that I don’t need any further treatment & hope that if you were wondering, you just assumed that no news is good news… My “Vault” was examined & declared to be “wonderful”, unlike Harry Potter’s! I almost wish they’d taken a picture for me to prove it to you : but then again perhaps not!
Needless to say, you might expect that I would have been jigging out of the out-patient department & cracking open the bubbly but in truth I did neither of these things. Blodwyn on the other hand did crack a bottle of bubbly on hearing the news & there will no doubt be bubbles at some point or another!
I suppose that in some sense, it was all a bit surreal & a bit, um…
Anyway, onwards & upwards! The evenings are drawing out, the crocuses have starting to pop up in the lawn & my brain is becoming increasingly itchy.
More soon – hope all is good with you & yours!