I don’t really have an appropriate photo for today. So here is a picture of my old cat Nelly
(sadly no longer with us) in a particularly disgruntled mood – much like my
own.
To recap for those not paying attention (do keep up) I went
to see the oncologist on 16th February.
Amongst assorted scary things, he told me that I should start
chemotherapy within two weeks. So I was
not impressed, a few days ago, when the official date for the start of
treatment came through for 15 March (IE four weeks after seeing the
oncologist). I contacted people at
the hospital, who tried to move the appointment forward for me. Today the nurse rang saying that they had
been unable to improve on the appointment date and that the Chemo Dept had
acknowledged that they had problems and that these problems had been brought to
the attention of the hospital’s Chief Executive. The nurse suggested I follow through on my
threat to contact the Patient Advice & Liaison
Service (otherwise known as PALS, there’s one at every hospital I
think). So I contacted PALS and also sent an email direct to the Chief Executive of
the hospital. No messing!
Yesterday at the lovely Haven in Hereford I’d been discussing ways to lower my
anxiety levels. Great, but after all
this appointment hoo-haa, my anxiety reached peaks I never dreamed
possible. However, not all was lost.
Within one hour of contacting PALS and the Chief Executive I
had a telephone call from the Chemo Dept bringing my appointment for the start
of treatment forward to 5 March, an improvement of 10 days. Now while I’m delighted with this improvement
in date (actually I’m not sure ‘delighted’ is how I feel, but you know what I mean),
it leaves me asking what happens to the people who aren’t prepared to kick up a
stink? I think we can all guess the
answer to that one. They probably get
ignored. As a friend of mine from
Country Durham says (where they have an excellent turn of phrase) – it boils my
piss!
On a lighter note I had a welcome diversion this morning when one of the other-half's sisters, niece, great-nephew and great-niece popped by. It was great to see them all. The great-nephew (age two and a half) took a shine to the cat ... it would be fair to say that the cat was not equally keen on making friends.
On a lighter note I had a welcome diversion this morning when one of the other-half's sisters, niece, great-nephew and great-niece popped by. It was great to see them all. The great-nephew (age two and a half) took a shine to the cat ... it would be fair to say that the cat was not equally keen on making friends.
I expect no less Della, go straight to the top! A few days can make all the difference. I saw Penny Spencer last week, looking lovely and she sends you all her best wishes.
ReplyDeleteThurs I am taking my mum to manchester to get an outfit, boldly going and all that
Make sure you have a sherry or two well before the treatment.
Talk soon
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Good move Della, get them by the scrotum until they feel like you do! Sorry for the crudity but it makes my piss boil!(I like that one and will use it at every opportunity, as you would expect from such a crude one as me!)
ReplyDeleteThe Haven sounds havenly.
Apparently the meek will inherit the earth, but get nothing they are entitled to.
lots of love