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Two different lots of pain

We were going to visit Nan today, which I have to admit I was dreading, not because on seeing Nan but because of how I was feeling. Those who read my last blog post ‘A sad trip’ will know that on Wednesday night I had run out of my OxyContin and had to wait till […]

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A sad trip

On Tuesday evening we received a phone call from Colin (my Uncle) to say that that had stopped treating my Nan. This included food, liquid, medication and observations, she had only 2 or 3 days left to live. As much as you know this would probably be the case and is in her best interest, […]

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My first physio session

Tuesday was the first Physio session since the revision surgery on my stump. We set off in plenty of time, the journey was a bit slow in places but we were extremely lucky to get a disabled parking space at 09:30. We went through the inside of the Hospital to get to the other end […]

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An uncertain future

On Saturday, after getting back from visiting Nan, I received a copy of the letter to my GP from my Rehab Consultant. On a rough day the letter didn’t do anything to brighten my spirits, but it did say a lot more than he actually said to me in Clinic. The first paragraph talks generally […]

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Scan Day

Wednesday happened to be one of those little unwanted records, this time three different Hospitals in three days. At least I was only the visitor of one of these trips, which doesn’t make it so bad. The other difference with this visit was I was still ultra confident of the outcome. We got there dead […]

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A very long day

It had been decided that on Tuesday we would go to Essex and visit Nan, as unfortunately she is back in Hospital again with chronic pneumonia. We would go to my Uncles first, have lunch and then go on to visit Nan for afternoon visiting time. I was a bit dubious about going after the […]

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I feel broken

I’ve been really apprehensive about today as it was off to Addenbrooke’s Hospital to see my Rehab Consultant. After a bit of scouting we found a Disabled Parking space and there was the small miracle of me going in on time. I was in the Consultation Room on my own for a while thinking about […]

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A clot or not a clot? That is the question

On Monday I phoned the Doctors Surgery to book and appointment with my GP (she only works Wednesday and Friday), I was told there were no pre bookable appointments and to phone on Wednesday morning. The reason for the call is that my foot and ankle have been swollen for about two weeks I think, […]

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