I’m just drying up after
par-cooking some spuds for dinner, when I hear the sound of post arriving. Yet another
letter from the RLI (Lancaster Infirmary). I sometimes think life seems to be
all about hospital visits. This time it is Oncology.
Last Friday I had a
telephone consultation with Oncology. They agreed with me I was in no state to
risk the environs of Lancaster & a hospital unless it was essential. Not when
I’m so immediately post-operative & had chemo not so long ago.
The letter sends me my next
appointment. Late June. I find myself wondering if that will end up being
another telephone consultation as coronavirus continues to haunt the country.
Much as I will probably be going stir crazy by then, I suspect I will be still
housebound.
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