I’ve been asked a couple of times, and even had an email or three, asking after my medical condition, so I thought perhaps one of these things will be in order.
Those not wishing to read about it, may leave now. AND DON’T BOTHER COMING BACK 😈 😀
Wednesday of last week, I had to pop along for an “Echo” test, what that is exactly I don’t know, anyway I dozed off during the process, and I’m not sure if the poor bloke doing this test, was annoyed, or amused; but I was feeling a bit sleepy and the bed thing I was sprawled out upon was comfy and well…….
On Thursday I had to follow up with a visit to Prof. Jens Kilian; he’s the heart specialist that I’ve been toddling along to see, for the past few years, a good bloke and I like him; he doesn’t beat about the bush, doesn’t mince his words, says what he thinks, I like that in a man, I like it in a woman too! 😈 🙂
Seems during the last six months, the valve thing in my heart has deteriorated somewhat, the valve instead of being open like this O is open like this ° (that’s the degree thing but you get the idea). He did the big O and the little o with his fingers and hands, to illustrate; I was going to this too, and take a selfie, but not knowing how, to take a selfie if both hands are ……. ‘come on get on with it!” the cry goes up; 😀 🙄 😀 😛
So to make a long story longer… 😈
I asked him how long he reckoned I might have without an operation starting at six months, he said a bit longer so I said a year, he told me yes, but I might go on a couple of years, and it was impossible to say for sure.; which is fair enough.
He then swung the conversation around to the cancer business; asked what I was doing about that and I told him nothing, and I’d told him my reasons why last time I was there, and nothing had happened to make me change my mind.
The long and the short of it is, it’s pointless operating to fix the heart valve, if I’m going to die a few months later from cancer, I couldn’t fault that line of reasoning, fact it makes good sense.
I didn’t say so, but I thought it might be better, to go out with a wallop/bang heart attack, whatever, than linger longer with bowel cancer. I have an idea that Prof.Kilians would probably agree.
Still he persevered, he suggested that I see a colleague of his, for another point of view. This colleague, is I believe even higher up the scale, than Prof, K. so he got his receptionist to make an appointment for me to see a Professor Paul Bannon, who has rooms, two floors below.
Naturally, I assumed that it would be a few weeks to wait to get an appointment with such a high powered surgeon as Prof Bannon; I don’t know what Prof K said but I was told an appointment was made for 12.15 on Monday the 12th. THATS TODAY! This is getting ridiculous.
So at 11.45 hours, the War Office, who insisted on coming along to the proceedings, bundled me into the vehicle, (I’ve sort of, not been driving much, lately, think it’s best if I didn’t) and drove me to the RPAH Medical Centre, a good idea really, as I have great difficulty now, hearing what the doctors are actually saying, and I think they probably get a bit , you know…
Prof. Bannon apparently does operations of the type needed to fix my ticker, by entering from the groin (as against open heart surgery, Prof Kilian strong suit); which sounds kind of fun.
Some years ago, I had an angiogram done that way, and I was awake throughout, and it’s absolutely amazing, watching whats going on inside, on a big screen. better than the tele.
Wouldn’t you know it, he got onto the damned cancer business 👿 and we agreed on one thing it’d be a waste of time …… however, he could see my point of view, why I couldn’t have a colonoscopy, I cannot flush my insides out, he said he wouldn’t be able to swallow the amount of fluid that was required and he has a stomach. I like this bloke, 😀 and he has come up with, what he sees, as a way around this pouring several litres of fluid down.
Didn’t waste time got his receptionist to arrange for some sort of cat scans, rang Dr Lee the bowel cancer chappie (don’t know what they discussed) and on Wednesday at 08.30, I’m off to the RPAH Centre, to have the scans, and have to go see Prof. Bannon again next Monday at 11.00 hours.
I might tell you at this point that Prof Bannon is an extraordinary busy doctor, Wednesday, Thursday, & Fridays, he spends operating, fixing peoples hearts in the mighty, Royal Prince Alfred Hospital.
Monday is the only day he has appointments in his rooms, and he’s treating me and making me feel as if I was the only patient he has, and today was the first time I’d met him, another great doctor for me to hold in awe. The War Office was likewise affected by the genuine concern.
Concern? Yes but plenty of laughs chuckles and smiles throughout the whole consultation.
Socialized medicine at it’s finest provided by the finest; I am indeed a lucky chap in a very lucky country.