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five days so wondered why I was suffering with terrible wind. I was also very sick. To put it precisely, I was beginning to feel sorry for myself – for the first time.
Looking back, I suppose I had to experience a ‘rough day’, what I would describe as a ‘downer’. Reality had set in that I had had two major operations within the space of four days; I’d been pumped with loads of anaesthetic and morphine – it’s a wonder I was with it at all. I was also feeling a little lonely, missing people and wished there was someone I could talk to apart from the nurses who, were absolutely amazing and always there.
Dave and Dusty came to see me again. They said I was talking but didn’t make sense! They had only just gone when my room was invaded by a group of doctors and nurses. I recognised Chris but no one else. There appeared to be a minor crisis. There were grave concerns that I was diabetic as my blood sugar levels were very irregular and, apparently, I was anaemic. One of the doctors, wearing theatre gowns, was desperately trying to get a needle in me and he wasn’t going to give up saying I needed an urgent blood transfusion. Now, having had so many injections I thought needles didn’t bother me but I had flashbacks of the chemo injections. This time I had so many cannulas in; my hands were swollen and my fingers like thick sausages so he tried to go through my wrist – and was really hurting me. I lost it and I’m afraid I was very verbal – apologising in between each expletive.
ars came – the first public tears. Why? Because they said I had to go back to theatre to have a line put in my neck, a nurse being told to put me on ‘nil by mouth’. (I hadn’t eaten for days!) I couldn’t believe it had got
Then the tears came – the first public tears. Why? Because they said I had to go back to theatre to have a line put in my neck, a nurse being told to put me on ‘nil by mouth’. (I hadn’t eaten for days!) I couldn’t believe it had got to me like this. I looked pleadingly at one of the other doctors standing there who was smiling at me.
“You’ve done so well Glennis; you can go home on Wednesday.” Wednesday? This was Monday – the day after my second major operation and he said I could go home – so soon? I was totally bewildered and I panicked. As my sister would have said, this was now becoming a tea-towel job – I’d used all the tissues! I simply could not stop crying and felt so vulnerable – but was able to tell them I did not want to go back to theatre again. I felt so sorry for the nurse holding my hand.
As upset as I was I was willing myself to calm down and telling myself to ‘get a grip.’
What were they going to do with me? The ensemble of doctors had left and I really didn’t care what they thought about me. I thought of ‘Chemo Sue’ and I sitting in the Chemo Suite – she would have understood how I felt. The lovely nurse stayed with me and eventually I was calmer.
Chris came in next and gently said that they had to get some blood out of me and apologised that I felt so upset. I apologised for being so verbal – now feeling embarrassed. Chris asked if I would allow him to try by using a massage technique on my other arm. I trusted him and his
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