I had a really good night’s sleep. With little in the way of interruption. We had hot drinks around 05.00 and T received toasted current bread to make a change from bagels.
A lie in followed before I took on the early chores.
H and I returned to Pangbourne for another squelch. But it was less squelchy thanks to a 24 hour rain free period. It was also a relatively people-free zone. The sky was glowering, and clearly loaded like a near saturated sponge, but it remained dry.
Once home, I continued with the boring chores – rubbish/ washing/ dish washer etc. I fed T more soup but he made a poor job of it today.
He arose in time to get to the GP’s and for us to gather up two heavy crates of high calorie nutrient juices – 56 x 200ml bottles. The surgery staff brought them out in crates which they asked us to return at our convenience.
But I had a better plan. Not like Jeremy Clarkson’s plans. Mine really was a better plan.
It involved buying a new plastic crate from the wonderful Goring Hardware store which is next door to the surgery. (Hardware includes : tools/ cleaning potions/ garden equipment/ plumbing equipment/ bathroom items/ pet stuff/ knitting wool/ paint/ crockery/ saucepans etc etc) So I was able to return the loaned crates straight away.
We checked in for our appointment with the nice GP who is a sort of locum I think. He delivered today’s doom and gloom quite doomily and gloomily. The cyst is probably not a cyst but something more sinister. It could be malignant and it might not be. It is probably not a metastasis from his lungs. But the nice Doctor ZIcan’tspellit said it needed to be seen by a specialist, so we have another 2 week urgent diagnostic appointment to look forward to.
I feel so desperately sad for T, it’s just another nasty thing on top of everything else. It probably won’t make much difference given everything else that is going on.
Things were not meant to happen this way. The only good thing is that he seems quite happy and is quite ignorant. So he shows no fear. He’s in a sort of happy place, whereas if he knew what is going on with his mind and body would be absolutely devastating for him.
We managed to move the drinks from the car to the house and I performed yet more minor chores. And relaxed.
Gaza- I don’t understand how the Israelis are allowed to go on with their persecution. I know what Hamas did was brutal and I don’t know what the answer is.
Update- T’s neck – internet research tells me that skin lesions can be metastasis from lung cancer and can take the form of hard, mobile nodules covered with red or inflamed skin…. One or more… I fear this is what this is. But the internet can be a dangerous place for the uneducated.
H and I had a bit of a scrap over my warm throw as I sat on the sofa. She fancied a bit of it. The throw is huge and some of it trailed on the floor, making H envious. We agreed to share it. Which was fine. Until I stood up after my doze and found myself firmly anchored.
Thought for the day
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