Day 66


Not much to say, not much going on. 

Had my first glass of wine over the weekend, it’s been a long time! Not sure if Cecil has got the hump, had what felt like quite a bit of trapped wind last night and today, seems to be easing now though. Have left a message with my stoma nurse to call me, just to check if there’s anything I can do to make it easier if it happens again. 

It’s all a bit trial and error, let’s hope this is not the death knell of my wine drinking days. If it is, so be it, will have to find something else to drink instead! 

In other news, I’ve taken the plunge and bought  a pair of braces!! They make wearing my suit so much more comfortable especially when sitting in the car. The first person to use the words ‘Tommy’, ‘rock’ and ‘on’ will be barred!

My stoma nurse said at the beginning that I may find braces a better option. 

Those of you that watch the BBC breakfast news programme in the morning will know that this week they are running a theme called Shine The Light On Cancer. Today was about men with cancer and how terrible ‘they’ are at talking about it. 

The journalist/radio presenter Steve Hewlett was diagnosed with cancer of the esophagus in March and this has also spread to his liver. As you would expect he has written about it, more here:

He spoke about his diagnosis and his hunt for different treatment. 

He explained that for him the toughest thing was telling his three sons. He said “you see it in their eyes, you know what they mean to you, but you don’t know what you mean to them”. 

Obviously he did see what he meant to them. I can totally relate to this. 

It’s very easy to get caught up in the whole ‘treatment bubble’ and you sometimes forget how tough it is for those around you. 

They have no power or control over what happens to you, I don’t have any control either but at least it feels like I have a bit of power. Hard to explain but I hope you get the gist of what I’m saying?

Anyway, the long and the short of it is we must talk about cancer, we must not feel embarrassed, especially when it’s in those ‘private’ places. 

Writing this reminds me of when I saw my two young nephews. I was chatting to my sister about trips to the hospital and one of my nephews (they are seven years old and twins) asked why I was going. I explained that I wasn’t very well and had to go to the hospital so they could make me better. You will recall that my sister had told them that my bottom didn’t work anymore. 

As I was explaining to one of them the other, without looking up from what he was doing, said “he’s going because he’s got something up his bum!”.

They don’t feel embarrassed, why should the grown ups? 

And on that note, I shall bid you goodbye for now!



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