Hello! It’s me, Rosie, again! I’m back home at last. You wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff we’ve been given – there’s boxes and boxes of drugs, 2 commodes, a fancy mattress for the fancy bed – loads!
The trip back yesterday exhausted me so I’m not posting a very good entry here, but I wanted to check in.
I want to tell you all about that dreadful Sunday (when I had the major major bleed), but it was so traumatic that my mind has blocked most of it out. I can remember having these humongous needles put in, but not really feeling it because I was so close to passing out. I remember Toby shaking but staying by my side the whole time. I remember being told that if I didn’t have this emergency endoscopy then I would die. I remember thinking I was going to die, but then I also remember getting to the anaesthetist’s room and feeling calm and confident. I remember telling my mum to look after herself. I remember waking up from the anaesthetic and not being able to breath – they had to help me for 45 minutes. Then I remember going to the recovery room, finding that I had pooed myself and then the nurses cleaning me up, so I didn’t have to do a thing! Ha!
They thought I would need to go to intensive care and were actually surprised I had pulled through.
That was a tough day. But, hopefully now the radiotherapy will have done it’s thing – I’ll tell you about that later :).