This has been a busy seven days one way and another. The big event was the marking of the 6th anniversary of Louise’s death and we celebrated with a memorial gig at Nambucca organised by her friends. One or two oldies came to raise the average age a bit, but it was great to be with her gang, in a place she loved to dance.
One other major recent preoccupation has been the state of my hip, the broken one, rather than my sarcoma leg. I started the process of trying to see a consultant before Christmas, and after many false starts, and cancelled appointments, caused by my referral going astray between the GP and UCLH (aaargh), I finally received an appointment before the cancelled one to see Prof Haddad, the man by all accounts.
Meanwhile, I was hedging my bets and had been to see a Swiss GP and got some MRIs on the Swiss insurance, which is my back stop. In the UK I am not covered for a pre-existing condition – though this experience made me take out a policy with SAGA pretty pronto for the princely sum of £142 pm which is I think a bargain. Cigna was quoting £16,000 pa!
So far my NHS experiences had been great – the Marsden before xmas was a breeze, in and out in 1 hour with 2 consultant appointments plus a x-ray; my bone density scan at the Royal Free last week was 2 minutes early, and she scanned the other hip for good measure; and today the Trauma Clinic at UCLH started well, with the registrar ushering me into his office bang on time. Of course I shouldn’t have expected to see (although secretly hoping) the Prof as I was told the appointment was with him ‘or one of his team’.
Babar was charm incarnate, took my history, waggled my leg around (admired my sarcoma scars of course, as any professional does) and then sent me off for an x-ray. And this is where you see the poor old NHS stretched to its limits – there are walk-ins, people like me sent down from upstairs and pre-booked appointments. A couple of people were getting a bit irate at having to wait so long – I was there 1 hours 20 minutes – but a nurse soothed and sorted them; there were babies running around, elderly people in wheel chairs and the terminally ill. One big hot pot.
The x-ray itself was quick and efficient and soon I was back upstairs, and Babar took me in immediately. Sadly he was unable to read my Swiss MRIs so I will have to have some more done here. The x-ray shows my right hip has collapsed, as well as having necrosis. So he recommends a replacement. And, joy of joys, my charm offensive must have worked as he’s putting me on Haddad’s list, although the waiting list might be 12 rather than the 8 weeks for the normal clinic.
It must be the words, spoken dead pan, ‘I might not have much time left and I want to live my life to the full’. I think he sees though me, as he says, ‘You don’t really think that’. And of course I say, ‘No, but its useful for those violin moments you need to conjure up in the NHS’ and we both laugh.
So it’s a result and, so far, hurrah for the NHS!
March 6, 2017 at 5:15 pm
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March 6, 2017 at 7:56 pm
Hip hip hurray! So glad all went well at Nambucca and great news about receiving information next move for sorting out your hip, even if it is another smelly op. Soon be whizzing about. xx
March 6, 2017 at 10:18 pm
Yes, hurray! now to negotiate dates etc….
March 19, 2017 at 5:41 pm
Thank you for your writing Vicky. My daughter Tamar died in September, you have been a great comfort and inspiration to me.
March 19, 2017 at 6:02 pm
I am so sorry. There are no words to comfort you except to say I know how you feel. If you want to connect privately then please feel free to email me on Vickyunwin@blueyonder.co.uk. I’m glad my writing has helped you as it helps me. Sending you a great warm hug.
March 19, 2017 at 6:11 pm
Thank you so much. I have started a blog about her which is cathartic.
March 20, 2017 at 11:24 am
I am so glad you are writing Debby, I have read your blog and your story is heartbreaking; your grief is palpable. Everyone deals with bereavement differently, there is no right way. For me I have found writing and doing other things, for instance the work I did for Angelus and now for another charity, United World Schools, are things that I know Louise would like me to do – to help others. I still see a lot of her friends and find this a great comfort too. I hope you find peace.