Cancer 21

I have noticed that my blogs are not upbeat enough, though I keep saying they will be. Well, today I walked right round the ward and found the important places, the.kitchen and the storeroom. I actually wanted to walk further but I don’t think they will let me out of the ward just yet.

I am starting, at times, to feel some of my energy coming back; my desire to be up and at ’em. I might even be able to take my trousers off shortly. My stoma still isn’t working, apart from farting. Perhaps it is like a geyser, bubbling up for a while before it fully explodes. I want it to explode, then I can start eating properly. All I had today was two partial bowls of chicken soup and a couple of biscuits. I might treat myself to two more biscuits later when I drink my apple juice. I have not had any tea, which is unheard of.

I have just been listening to the nurse handover of me. The word ‘imdependence’ was used, along with ‘stable when walking’. There was talk of possibly getting day release for Tuesday!

One thing that still hurts is going for a wazz. The last time wasn’t as bad so perhaps by morning it will normalise.

I do genuinely feel a bit better. I am lying in bed but thinking I could spring upright. I couldn’t of course because my stomach muscles have been sliced through like an axe wound in a medieval battle as Jack and I discussed today. It isn’t of course. I was unconscious when I was wounded and have had lots of drugs to remove the pain. Medieval soldiers did not have these benefits, dying in agony instead.