March 28/3/2018 Wombles of Wimbledon
From Mark
Last weekend was back to the Wombles of Wimbledon, so I’m sorry but busy in London this meant no email. Our flat was in great shape after the refurbishment so thanks to Jenny and Annabel – interior designers as well as great cooks. It was good to walk on the Common and see Sue and Axel, Lesley and Fiona. Jenny was able to pop out and see more of her London friends. Simon got together so many of the young men who we were privileged to entertain at so many Sunday lunches during their school years at King’s Wimbledon. You can see the picture of the magnificent young men.
Now we are back in Seaford and have met the oncologist with possible encouraging news. When we first met in early February she said I was dying. She now thinks there are signs that the cancer is being hit. But verdicts have to await next week’s blood test, which will hopefully allow me to receive a full chemo shot for the first time and then a CT or MRI scan to see the effects.
From Jenny
I’ve stopped reading journalist Melanie Reid’s pages in the Sunday Times magazine – she was paralysed in a riding accident five years ago. And I’ve stopped listening to most of the news. Yesterday my challenge was to find humour during our visit to the oncologist. I’d spoken to an ‘O2 guru’ about my phone so who knows if funny things were out there to make me laugh.
As you enter Eastbourne Hospital there’s a huge sign.
‘Let’s get you home. Every day you spend in hospital when you don’t need to makes your recovery take longer. Your own bed is the best bed. A hospital is not a home. People Recover better at home.’
So essentially ….. Off and go home.
My humour did not stretch any further.