The wrongly-sourced curse of ‘interesting times’ (it is not Chinese but probably American) has certainly come upon us.
Most the past week has been spent in hospitals, clinics, doctors’ waiting rooms, or travelling from one to the other. One Specialist alone was three hours late in seeing us. Much Better Half is taking a turn as the invalid. The doctor found a massive tumour on her stomach area. The ultrasound and CAT scan make fascinating viewing.
Then a diagnosis of a cyst was arrived at, and she will go into hospital shortly for treatment. Malignancy is considered unlikely, thank heavens.
Today I was too weak to take the scheduled chemo, and am being booked into hospital for a blood transfusion.
Didn’t stop me from fitting some supports to the base of one of the swing uprights, though. With no way of going deep my theory is that burying horizontal supports will do the trick. We shall see when access to a suitable digger is gained.