Last month, Pats was not a well kitty. I had bad bronchitis, had to cancel Xmas plans etc. Misdiagnosed by a doctor who should have retired years ago etc. Ended up last Monday in Emergency Dept where i sat for 8 hours.
Result was that i had a lung cavity filled with liquid gunk which needed drained. My poor left lung was the size of a grapefruit and 4.5 litres of gunk was pumped out through a very sexy tube over the course of four days into a little suitcase i had to carry around with me. Uncomfortable and painful. The lung is now stretched out and working.
This gunk was tested in a lab.
Outcome. you go in with bronchitis and come out with lung and stomach cancer!!
This little bit of info is still sinking in, I got home this morning and had the first good cry in a few days big lung wrenching sobs echoed around the place, and then i lit a cig. Fuck it, i am a smoker, I have been good and not smoked for at least three weeks and shit i needed it.
So, my friends with cancer out there. I am your latest addition.
Apart from that, the care and attention from both surgeons, doctors and nurses was the best. So kind, understandinng etc.
They say that there are only two little tumours so they should be able to zap them efficiently. My first appointment will be this Thursday to work out a schedule.
The Hospital is a University Hospital, the HUG, so all treatment from A to Z goes on in the one place. I am well insured and my family is rallying around me. I shall talk to my friends individually face to face in the next few days.
Updates as i start this journey into the unknown. You can read or not - up to you!!