Well, that's it, I'm booked up. Next monday I go in and I assume the op will happen oon the Tuesday or something. I feel comfortable with my choice of what I am doing and just have to put myself in other peoples hands now and hope for the best. But I do have a good feeling about this (that's the type of thing they read back after your dead "Well, he got that one wrong"). She talked about all sorts of other stuff to do with transplants and things as well, which was very very interesting, they seem to be a lot more generally optimistic than the doctors across here. It's a big old life changing event though, what will become of me? But this is my little glimmer of hope so I'll be fucked if I'm not going to grab it, and thankfully I have my parents to back me up money wise to enable me to do this without having to hit several credit cards. I just wish I could let sufferers know that it isn't necessarily all doom and gloom, what I was told in Kings, fuck me, what a load of horseshit, I'm just glad I found out, unfortunately many people won't and will just follow their advice and tootle off home to die. This is going to be a terribly hard road but as I said so long ago when I was diagnosed, I don't care about pain, discomfort and suffering, so long as I get out the other side. So long as I get time to live with and love my wife and see my sisters kids growing up and go away to my dads caravan and have some beers with him and get my mam on holiday down to the south coast and work with animals or trees and all the other things I want to do. To live my life and live it well as the best person I can possibly be. It feels almost like one of those things that was meant to happen. My mam just happened to know an Italian vet who knew some European doctors who knew some top medical establishments to treat me.....it could so so easily not have been.
Anyway, I'm going to sit in the sun, more later maybe. |
