a.k.a Professor Sandroussi but prefers Doctor!
Yesterday, Thursday 14th April 2016, was the anniversary of my first meeting, with God on Thursday 16th April 2015; before any smarty pulls me up on this, remember, this year is a leap year; and 365 days elapsed between the meetings.
He was very pleased with me and my condition, just for the record my weight has gone up to 68.5 kg, and yesterday was a good day, not to be confused with the Australian greeting ‘G’day’; I seem to be having more good days now than bad, which is good as I was getting fed up with bad days being more prevalent than good. (heck this bloke raves on. must be the codswallop! where’s the salt? )
He wants to see me in 3 months, which will be roughly 12 months after he sliced me up last June.
Not being that pressed for time he told me a bit about my operation which I’m not going to bore you with now; perhaps in a later post, and told me that I was pretty lucky as the tumor was very large but was contained in the stomach and had not spread.
I told him that I remembered his coming to see me a few minutes before the op to tell me that there was a chance that it had spread to my liver, in which case he’d just sow me back up and start me on chemo. And he said “I told you you were lucky!”
Well all being well I went home in high spirits and enjoyed my dinner, two, yes two lamb chops with a little whole potato, buttered, carrot buttered, and a little spinach, ugh! The first time I’ve devoured two lamb chops, mind you they were not that large; since losing my stomach.
And to top it off I enjoyed two small glasses of ‘Merlot’