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Betty goes to hospital.

June 16, 2014
Om

Om

So, now I’m 53 (I had a birthday, you missed it) and still here, still kicking, if not high then at least without falling over every time.  This is my last night with a thyroid gland.  Tomorrow it will be removed by Mr. Hughes at the BRI – I am told he has very capable, steady hands.

This is because I have hyperthyroidism, or Graves disease.  I don’t know who Graves was but I always find it odd that people like to have such unpleasant things named after them.  Anyway, there I will be, deposited by the dear man who married me and has taken two days off work to look after me.  Son and heir has also pitched up to hold my hand.  They will both be at my beck and call and I will beck and call just to be sure they really are. I am a very lucky Betty and I will have a fine scar at the end of it all.

This is all going to be a walk in the park by comparison to what my mother, Rosemary, will be going through just the day after.  She is to have a heart bypass in Leeds General Infirmary.  Rosemary is 88, and, as her surgeon delicately put it, has reached her sell by date in the general way of these things.  However, he felt that she was a good candidate for this operation because in all other ways she is pretty good fettle.  I hope he too has capable and steady hands.

This is all quite overwhelming and words don’t come easily to describe what I am feeling.  In fact they don’t come at all.  I ask that you, my reader (s?), please spend a few minutes thinking about Rosemary, of her mending, healthy and bouncing back from this very physically traumatic operation.  I don’t believe in a god, but I do believe in the power of collective positive thought.  Or at least I think I do.  With the very good care from our NHS, those nearest loved ones Nancy and Nic & Pauline, and our collective ‘Om’ I know she will come through this, a bit bruised and battered, but clear headed and steady on her feet for the first time in ages.

In the meantime here are some pictures.

Where's Wally (bee)?? Lavender a-humming with bees in Wales this weekend.

Where’s Wally (bee)?? Lavender a-humming with bees in Wales this weekend.

'Weaving with clouds' OR 'what on earth are al those planes doing on a Sunday criss crossing over Pembrokeshire?'

‘Weaving with clouds’ OR ‘what on earth are al those planes doing on a Sunday criss crossing over Pembrokeshire?’

Impressive little fellow, undaunted by the fact that the sea was about half a mile away and was travelling at about an inch per hour.

Impressive little fellow, undaunted by the fact that the sea was about half a mile away and he was travelling at about an inch per hour.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. Alison permalink
    June 16, 2014 7:53 am

    Darling good luck I didn’t know or thatyouhad Grave’s Disease (most horrid). Please post your recovery details ASAP and of course will think of your Ma too xxxx

  2. June 16, 2014 8:51 am

    what is a beck anyway?

  3. June 16, 2014 9:54 pm

    Thinking of you tomorrow sweet sister. xxx

  4. June 17, 2014 9:07 pm

    Although I’ve been “with you” via texts the past couple of days just wanted to say – again! – that I lev you. xx

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