A warm welsh greeting to you my friends.
No sooner do I have something slightly upbeat to report than it is followed by a great downer.
Indeed my dear man thoroughly enjoyed several days of snooker but on the final day he seemingly failed to find it of any further interest,in fact I had put it down to a build up of extreme tiredness.
We had noted a very large bruise to one kidney area but this was not painful.
However from 2 am next morning utter chaos ruled,he had a massive bleed,this time from the stomach / chest.
I had a real battle on my hands until time to phone the surgery.After three quarters of an hour with no reply I rang 999.
In 10 minutes 2 young female para medics were here wanting to take him to hospital.
Having had a very negative response to the Hospital visit previously after bleeding, he refused.
It took them 88 times before they got through to the Surgery, but eventually a GP was sent here.
He spoke very strongly about the pros and cons,also noting how terrified the thought of more bleeding was doing to me, so reluctantly my man agreed.
By this time ALL of our counties ambulances were parked outside A & E, complete with patients waiting for treatment,so there was none available and he was now top priority.
A specialist para medic was dispatched here,staying until eventually an ambulance arrived to take him into the oncology ward where a bed was waiting him.
I was advised to set up transport that evening, so that I could rush to the Hospital if there was that urgent call
Although I had not slept since 2am that was still one of my worst nightmares............all alone with my dreadful thoughts.
My dear man left here very tiny,so white,frail and very near to tears.
However this time there has been great communication between the Hospital and myself,not only hearing via our Palliative care nurse but by 2 doctors actively treating my dearest.
He has again recieved another blood transfusion with another one due today.The bleeding has stopped.
However his platelets are extremely low.
His condition is very serious we know only to well,and yet the team within the Cancer Ward are pulling outr every stop they can to give him every chance.
His main doctor had pulled up a chair at his bedside yesterday,talking with him for well over an hour,being perfectly frank, but very kind.............later `phoning me and putting me completely in the picture,it really has helped at a very bleak time.
He is being kept in to try take the transfusion slowly,whilst monitoring the results.
Sadly though I have repeatedly requested a visit, thus far it has not been granted.
But of course since the place was left as if a bomb had gone off here,with even blood on our newish cream carpet...............I have had more than enough to do to stop me fretting too much.
Whilst yes,I am hoping to catch up on some much needed sleep.
The icing on my cake was a short but lovely phone call from my dear man himself just a little while ago.
I am walking on air!!!
My emotions are being played like a violin,I really am up and down within the same hour,I know only too well that time is running out, and I am still no where nearer to knowing how on earth I can cope.
It does help off loading all this, and hopefully getting it out there instead of building up within.
Thank you for listening and I am sending you all a very big welsh cwtch.........or two!
You are the best.