Day 20 – Wedding Bells

All I can think of to write today is about where I should be now. Mark and I had planned to go to Singapore and Australia on holiday from 22nd February and back on 7th March and today we should be at our niece Zoe Hutchinson’s wedding to Mark (Coop) Cooper and it really sucks to be in hospital and not to be there to enjoy their lovely day together and enjoy all their celebrations. As I sit here writing I wish to say that I hope they have a wonderful life together with as much joy and happiness that I have shared with my Mark.

Yesterday was a red letter day for me, I have now got a 6 hour break in my feeding regime and this means I can exit the hospital. I was just planning on going on Saturday and Sunday home, but Rowena finished school at a good time and so was able to collect me and Mark bought me back. So despite the dire weather warnings it was not nearly as bad as they had feared in Brighton I escaped home. I must apologise to my friend Maryann who I neglected to tell I was going home who valiantly came to visit and I feel so bad. However, it was so really great to get home for four hours and be with Tessa and Rowena and Mark. It was lovely to see the dogs and cat who clearly have missed me and told me so by loving care. So I just sat and watched the latest episode of Greys Anatomy with Tessa and Rowena (a Friday ritual with us) and had a bath and sat in my bed ….. all bliss to be there, I will never take my home for granted again it was wonderful.

However good it looks that I went home, it is a false reality. I am spending 18 hours in hospital, I am still on regular pain medication which if I do not get the pain wakes me up, I am monitored and pin pricked and life in hospital is no bowl of cherries. My wound has a large gap which is behaving and beginning to close, but until it does still “leak” and last night the dressing burst open twice drenching me in foul liquid – not a good way to wake up. I still do not know whether or not I will be able to eat and this is the crucial factor. It is patience that is required and it may be up to 3 months waiting for it to work with a few food days trial and error to see if it is working. The signs are hopeful, but it either will or it wont. So even though I am going home which is lovely it is just a break from living on the ward (Millenium Wing, Level 9a East, Bay 3 bed 2).

The new ward is better for sleep, I sit in bed in the early morning sunshine which is a real bonus.

I would still like visitors, or just picked up and taken to either your home or my home to escape from 2pm. Or if I stay in hospital visiting from 3-8.