Posted: 17/05/2014 at 22:12
To be honest. I am overwhelmed at the love and affection afforded me by the forum members. Even our host Daniel. Thank you.
I have just sent a general email to my friends, so to save time etc, I post the same here. Truthfully I believe that all the good wishes etc plus the friendliness of the hospital staff, recovery will be speeded up. Thank you all so very much. Incidentally. I tried sending a PM to BB2 with my address. However the system seemed not to work. I have no problems with giving out my details. Michael Allen. FRHS. FLS. 35 Kingsground. SE9 5EZ
Well I am now back home after my op. Actually I came home Thursday afternoon. At hosp. by 07.45 Monday. Chat with the aneathetist. No probs over faith etc. Then a chat with one of the docs. Honest folks. You could easily mistake this chap as George Chilton's twin. By the by. It was all Christian names. When this idea wa s introduce to staff of many jobs. I thought it to be a bit of a liberty. However in this instance. The actual surgeon who I saw next, did cause my heart to miss a beat. He at first seemed to put up the usual block over transfusions. I thanked him in adavance, and told him that I highly respected his proffessionalism etc. I trusted him with my life. Regarding transfusions. I obey my heavenly father. So. I relieve him of the responsibility of the blood issue. The friendly Doc, Jonathon spoke up. Alternatives Sir. Volume expnaders. I was then taken to get undressed then to the prep room. Loads of specialist were around me. Next thing around 10.35 I was in the recovery room. A very attractive nurse of non brit origin. Hi Mike. How are you? Would you like a cup of tea? Then probably within the hour, I was on ward. SW3 [surgical ward 3] Believe me friends. By this time I was back in the conscious world. It would have been so easy to imagine, one was in heaven. The nursing staff. Real angels on earth. Even the cleaning staff. Everone was so happy, always smiling etc. The whole enviroment was such, that never during my short stay, did I hear a word of complaint from the staff. Usually, there is the odd one complaing about their load in life. Here. No. The usual bedside visits from the medical teams, even the plebotomist and uncle tom cobbly and all. It was always a very pleasant and friendly relationship. Prior to leaving. I got Amanda to buy a couple of large boxes of chocks. One for the day shift, one for the night staff. Two members of the day team. Staff nurse Angela and student nurse Cloe, really worth their weight in gold. Night staff. There was one special black nurse, so gentle and so kind. Also another nurse possible of staff rank. I would think she was oriental. Honest . These ladies were/are gems. Anyway time to go. Angella gave me a supply of catheter bags and wished me well. At that point I handed over the two boxes of chocs. Oh Mike. So kind of you. Thank you. Then I recieved a really big kiss on the lips. To be honest . Were it to be found, that I needed to return to hospital. I would insist on going back to SW3. Truly the whole atmosphere aided a speedy recovery. The op was for bladder cancer. It appears that the tumour was so deep. As the surgeon wanted to clear it all. It took a vast amount of scraping, so much so, that the instruments perforated the wall of the bladder, so extra healing is requirer. Then the whole area was cauterized. It feels very strange, when submitting to the call of