Breaking Bad*

Painventory: 1.  Itching all over chest, due to becoming allergic to one dressing after another. Ripped off this plastic one late on Friday night:    Nurse came to help me cover the steristrips with micropore:    Last night, became allergic to the micropore too.  A nurse helped me remove some of it, and replace it […]

The Draining Lake*

“Hello,” my plastic surgeon says, popping his head round the door, his face lit up by his huge smile. “Hello,” I say.   “How are you doing?” He says, perching on the edge of my bed which creaks: he’s a portly gentleman. “Not too bad,” I say.  “In a lot of pain, but my chest […]

In Cold Blood*

Needing a wee, pushing, awaiting the magic of the catheter where the feeling disappears as the liquid goes down the tube into the bag, I’m suddenly soaked with warm water.  It’s all over my legs and tummy, the sheets and duvet.  Oh no.   Ringing my buzzer, I’m shaking.  This is horrible.  The nurse comes […]

Luckiest Girl Alive*

Survived the operation.  Will write more tomorrow. Before:        After: The nipple has gone as that’s where ductal carcinoma originates I think. Am pleased with the way my chest looks I think, although: 1. 3 drains in. 2.  Pain: so much. 3. Catheter. 4.  No fluffy monster here. 5.  No Mr Fluffypants. 6.   […]

The Longest Day*

“Would you like some breakfast?” Mum asks the fluffy monster.  Am not allowed any breakfast as will be Operation soon.  It’s 6.15am.  Have been awake since 5am.  Feeling sick but am forcing down some water and am allowed to take my morning Meds. The fluffy monster is saying that he wants to go outside in […]

The Night Before*

My nails look very sad without any varnish.  Have removed it so they can see whether or not am dead in the operation – nails will go blue if am dead I think.   Am just doing a quick blog now, in case don’t have time to bash one out before the operation tomorrow. Setting […]

Nightcrawler*

Jolting out of sleep, I check my watch: 3.45am.  Yuck.  I’m wide awake: morning-awake.  Switching my phone on, reaching for my water bottle, I gulp some down.  It’s annoying, but understandable.  Am, despite what have been telling everyone (why?) nervous about Major Surgery in 2 days time.   Checking Facebook, there are about ten of […]

Groomed For Murder*

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” I tell Seb when he calls today. “Oooohhhh what is it my lovely?” Seb says. “Not telling,” I say.  “It’s a good thing that am going to make for you.  If can pull it off, you’ll be impressed and…” “How exciting,” Seb says, sounding animated.  “What’s in it?” “Not […]

Wolf Winter*

“Thank you so much, my darling,” I say, as Seb pulls over outside my Office this morning.  My darling boy has driven me to work on his way back to the other side of the country. “That’s quite alright, my lovely,” Seb says, smiling at me, his turquoise eyes bright. “Not just for driving me […]

The Cutting Season*

“Hello Tanya,” my plastic surgeon says, beaming his huge smile.  “How are you?” “It’s been ages,” I say, smiling back at him, sitting at the desk opposite him.  “It’s nice to see you.” “Have you been keeping well?” He says. “So, I’ve got to have some more surgery,” I say.   “Yes, I’ve been talking […]