On the evening of Tuesday, the 28th of May, I was sat in the Old Poets Corner in Ashover enjoying a pint of beer with Jamie.
I went to bed feeling fine but woke up at 1.30am hot and delirious. Within a couple of hours I was in A & E at Chesterfield Royal Hospital where I spent the next few hours. I experienced the joys of a catheter for the first time ... and also an oxygen mask. My fat right leg ~ the one with lymphoedema ~ was red from ankle to groin. I was very ill apparently. I was also unaware of what was going on for much of the time as I was delirious.
I then spent a day or so in EMU where they monitored my steady improvement before being moved to a ward for the less critically ill ... and here I recovered over the next four or five days.
It was from this ward that I went to see my oncologist yesterday in the same hospital ... with Jamie 'holding my hand'. Things are ok on one level but there is a lump in the left side of my groin which merits further investigation and a CT Scan is being arranged. It seems the cancer is making 'progress' steadily though some radiotherapy may be possible.
When we got back to the ward though there was some good news ~ I was being discharged ! We went and sat in the discharge lounge for a couple of hours and enjoyed the fun and games there ... as well as a picnic lunch.
Not quite such a perky report as normal (I'm feeling tired and a bit shell shocked) but I'm out of hospital and that is always a good thing.
My diagnosis ? Same as before ~ cellulitis and severe sepsis. If you'd have seen my leg, swollen and red ... I even thought of taking a photo ... but you'll have to make do with one of me just before we drove away.
Note the look of defiance.