Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Happy Birthday FL! And a hospital update
Here he is in all his finery: I bought him two new shirts and a pair of trousers. Typically (after I had secretly bought these), he came home the other day with three pairs of charity shop "bargain breeks", but these are much better quality and fit properly (or that's what I am telling myself anyway!) No, before you ask, I have no plans to sew him some shirts. I keep him in hats and socks - what more can a man ask?!
As a special birthday treat, he had his regular appointment today at Haematology. He was taken surprisingly quickly, and the Consultant seemed determined to fast-track him in and out without time to draw breath. Perhaps she had an appointment with the Olympic Torch.
I had primed him to report his various pains and upsets (as blogged here) but she didn't seem terribly interested. The lung trouble in particular was dismissed as "not important" as long as he wasn't suffering from some kind of infection (to be determined by the colour of his mucus). Don't get me wrong - she was very kind, and she listened to what he had to say, but her focus was on other matters.
And what were they?
In response to his query, she said his kidneys were "better than last time", but that he was (I quote) "no spring chicken" ! She had his Freelite result from last month, which she did not share, but said was "showing improvement". But, unusually, she sent him for an unscheduled blood test today, to request another Freelite test from Birmingham, "and to check his calcium levels". She said this quickly, almost as an aside, as we were walking out of the door, so we didn't get a chance to ask why. It was only as I sat in the waiting room that it dawned on me that he had his calcium level tested only last Friday, in preparation for this appointment. So it doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that something (i.e his calcium level) must be up... and that she didn't want to worry us by dwelling on it.
And then I got to thinking about Sean and about Paula and Hamada and Andre. And feeling so very very sad that Myeloma has taken away so many wonderful people. Huge sigh.
But we need to gather our energies to just get on with this living lark and enjoy the metaphorical sunshine while it lasts.
Dare we book a holiday for September? Or leave the decision until next month? I will knit a sock or two while I think about it.