I had a quiet day today, so no visitors apart from the district nurses, who come twice a day to make sure I’m okay and check my syringe driver.
I’ve spent all day in bed (apart from the odd commode trip) and it’s been very restful. Unfortunately though, I have a cough and sometimes I cough so much that I wretch quite violently. The nurses and doctors are planning something to help, because I don’t want to go throwing up a lung from the sheer force.
I still haven’t tried out my electric wheelchair yet and I know the others are having lots of fun on it. All I’m doing is making sure I don’t get bed sores – luckily I have a special mattress, so I should be okay. Dad has bought a comfy recliner chair so that I can try sitting out for a bit soon. I’ve accepted the fact that it will take a long long time for my swelling to go down and that’s what is hindering my progress.
Do you know, I honestly feel like the tumour in my stomach has got smaller. Honestly, I really do believe it has. Food goes down easier and it’s now being tired that is making it hard to chew much. We’ve done well as a team with our angry thoughts, so good job everyone.
I’ve got mum to take a picture of me in bed but it’s not coming through to my email 😦
Ah here we go….oh wait, no, it’s the wrong format. I’ll get her to do it with a camera, wait a minute.
Now she’s on the phone..
Okay got it:
I’m in my fancy bed with my fancy oxygen tube.