Alreet kids,
About a week after I’d told you
all about my newest brush with the big C I received a call from Castle Hill
Hospital near Hull telling me I was booked in for a Partial Nephrectomy on Monday
1st September. It’s basically an operation to remove the tumour (and
a decent bit of kidney around it) that will then be analysed to gauge how
aggressive it is etc and whether owt else needs to happen.
As I’m something of a veteran of surgery these days I already know I’m going to be anxious in the build up to it, shitting myself when in the waiting room for what’ll undoubtedly be fucking hours beforehand and off my tits on premium NHS drugs for five glorious minutes before the pain hits when I come round. However, it’s necessary and I feel very lucky that we’ve caught it early this time. In fact I feel like a bit of a fraud as everything could be resolved by teatime on the day and I could be looking at a blissful couple of months dossing about…I mean ‘recovering’ 😉
I’m also experienced enough now to know that being fit helps post operation recovery no end so I’ve obviously gone into ‘beast mode’ in my gym haven’t I…haven’t I?
Well no not really.
The thing with Cancer is that
your friends and family all want to see you before you go into the thick of it,
probably to remember you at your best in case the worst happens.
So we’ve spent a few days with the in-laws in deepest Oxfordshire at a long-standing folk music festival (brandy shots for breakfast...), had a ‘few’ pints and danced my ample arse off at Bridlington’s premier daytime disco for grown ups (absolute class tunes like!) and then headed to the Toon for a couple of brand spanking new Day Music festivals on the town moor which was absolutely mint. Highlights were the Kaiser Chiefs being shouty, The Reytons being fucking brilliant as always, I finally got to see The Courteeners live after many years of trying and I had something of a moment as the mighty Robbie Williams apparently changed his normal set list to include the first single he ever released (see title of this blog…fucking apt innit!) just for me. I also bumped into me old school mate Dodger…in fact you might have seen a Facebook post about it…oh…and there were pints…lots of pints!
Then I obviously had to follow the tradition from last time and have a last day out with my best mate Danny and wor Daz which started in North Shields, took a little jolly round Tynemouth and ended up back in Shields and yes, this did involve more pints. To be honest by the end of it all I was starting to look forward to staring vacantly at a hospital ceiling and pissing through a tube for a few days!
Following my last post as well I
was absolutely bowled over by the amount of messages and calls I got checking
on and supporting me – they were all very welcome and much appreciated. I also received a number of very kind messages
from people telling me about their various partner’s own individual battles with the bastard
intruder and how reading my blogs had helped them understand what they were
going through. These were again much appreciated and left me more than a little bit choked, it
goes without saying that I’m behind each and every one of you and hope you
smash the fucker.
Right then, I’ve got six days (best
get into me gym sharpish eh!) and hopefully come Monday night I’ll be Cancer free
(again!!) and that’ll be the end of it.
And if it isn’t?
Well then it isn’t and I’ll simply deal
with it all over again 'cos I'm me 💪😎
Enjoy yourselves, be good and I’ll
see you later.
Rivs
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