Marie and I have finished "gutting" her dead Auntie's bungalow in the last three weeks since the funeral; believe me, it was a horrendous job.
On top of that, Marie had an op to remove the growth inside her mouth and throat.
She was just beginning to eat, and we had a follow up appointment in three week's time for the results of the Histology.
Unfortunately, a letter came on Saturday morning to say that they want to see her Tuesday; we tried to convince ourselves that it was a technical "glytch" at the hospital, but they have confirmed (by telephone) today that they want to see her ASAP........That is scary.
We went to the hospital today, and were wisked off to a quiet corner, and werew seen by two consultants, a senior nurse, and a councellor...................
We realised straight away that our worst fears had come true; Marie has cancer.
The cancer is apparently localised (they think) and they want to remove a 3 mm deep and 3 cms long strip off her tongue - they seem to believe that that will be all, and an end to it. However, they want her to have a scan before the op, and are therefore putting off doing the op to thursday next week..........the scanning department are short of staff and they will try to get us(her) in for a scan this week, or early next week.
On top of that, we are waiting for her to go and have another op (next month) which will be a investigation of her ovaries, womb, etc (suspected cancer); the local Doctor has recommended that she have a total hystorectomy.
We have heard from the hospital today that she has been put on the emmergency list for that op, but now realize that they won't be able to do that one until her throat is healed sufficiently to be able to take intubation........
Having taken our younger son James and his absolutely beautiful girlfriend (they are very serious about each other) to the airport at 5.30 am this morning, I finally went to bed today at 2.30 pm, and have just woken up (4.45pm), realizing that the whole thing is not a bad dream.
Obviously, I am gutted.
Prayers, thoughts, anything would be welcome, obviously.....I can't imagine life without her, and while I desperately want to believe that she will come out of this, I realize that the odds are against her. One cancerous attack in one part of her body is enough - two lots is not worth even thinking about.................
On top of that, Marie had an op to remove the growth inside her mouth and throat.
She was just beginning to eat, and we had a follow up appointment in three week's time for the results of the Histology.
Unfortunately, a letter came on Saturday morning to say that they want to see her Tuesday; we tried to convince ourselves that it was a technical "glytch" at the hospital, but they have confirmed (by telephone) today that they want to see her ASAP........That is scary.
We went to the hospital today, and were wisked off to a quiet corner, and werew seen by two consultants, a senior nurse, and a councellor...................
We realised straight away that our worst fears had come true; Marie has cancer.
The cancer is apparently localised (they think) and they want to remove a 3 mm deep and 3 cms long strip off her tongue - they seem to believe that that will be all, and an end to it. However, they want her to have a scan before the op, and are therefore putting off doing the op to thursday next week..........the scanning department are short of staff and they will try to get us(her) in for a scan this week, or early next week.
On top of that, we are waiting for her to go and have another op (next month) which will be a investigation of her ovaries, womb, etc (suspected cancer); the local Doctor has recommended that she have a total hystorectomy.
We have heard from the hospital today that she has been put on the emmergency list for that op, but now realize that they won't be able to do that one until her throat is healed sufficiently to be able to take intubation........
Having taken our younger son James and his absolutely beautiful girlfriend (they are very serious about each other) to the airport at 5.30 am this morning, I finally went to bed today at 2.30 pm, and have just woken up (4.45pm), realizing that the whole thing is not a bad dream.
Obviously, I am gutted.
Prayers, thoughts, anything would be welcome, obviously.....I can't imagine life without her, and while I desperately want to believe that she will come out of this, I realize that the odds are against her. One cancerous attack in one part of her body is enough - two lots is not worth even thinking about.................