Rollercoaster fortnight

[wannabedolphin]

Uncle, Dad's younger brother went to Royal Marsden hospital for cancer check up. Was taken ill and admitted following scan which showed new tumour on spine. Transferred to St. George's hospital in Tooting for operation to remove some of it (couldn't get it all) and make room in the spine for it to grow without causing so much nerve damage

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Ill health

[themis1]

Oh dear, you do seem to be surrounded by it! Well done for all those hospital visits. Boo hiss to the dead cousin, but does this mean the money he ran off with will come back into the family?

Your description of your office made me wonder if it looked out at the back of the hotel, like Margaret's used to. I distinctly remember one team meeting in her office which ground to an undignified halt because a man had walked into one of the hotel rooms and started to take his clothes off. All of them. Apparently completely oblivious to the room full of women mere feet away gaping in astonishment!

We had a dopple-Shadow the other evening. He came in my study, put his paws on my knee and demanded to be fussled. I'm still not sure it was our cat - !!! He's back to normal now, though ... perhaps he was in the wrong study?

Re: Ill health

[wannabedolphin]

Unfortunately the money is nowhere to be found, never expected it to reappear, but the solicitor says it was over £200,000. The shame is that the police couldn't find any evidence to at least do him for benefit fraud, since the entire family know that he never worked a day in his life. The real insult is that the guy took the money in the last years of the older cousin's life and we've had to pay death duty on it. Anyway, the solicitor never paid him his part of the inheritance so that's still sitting in a bank account - not sure whether the common-law partner is due it or not, but I wouldn't get a share - the only people who might get to benefit is his siblings, just hope his older sister lives long enough to benefit

[phoebesmum]

Things do seem to be unremittingly grim. I wonder whether they will ever get better, or if this is it. (If it is, why on earth do we bother? I suppose that's why we have cats.)

You will have to come and see the kittehs again soon, by way of respite.

[wannabedolphin]

Life is definitely unremittingly grim and right now there doesn't seem to be any sign of the end of it. My Dad called me last night, worried because he couldn't get hold of my Uncle's family. By the time the call ended, he'd convinced me Uncle was on his last legs. I intended to call them this morning, as I'd said I would, but I forgot to take the number to work. In the end, I called the hospital and found out what ward he was on a trundled down there after work. He's definitely got cancer in his bowel now and he looked very poorly today, three days after the operation - he's got a chest infection now so is on IV antibiotics. He still seems determined to continue on and I guess that stems a lot from needing to care for his wife, a blind diabetic