posted on 04 May 2008 19:35
by
DavidR
Carcinogen Continued...
¦ dialing in from Jesus Mound ¦
19:24 GMT, Sunday 4th May 2008. Sitting at the barely used dinning table, next to the bay window at the front of the house. Large open plan lounge spreads away to my right. Through two archways I can see Jo in the new extension, reclined in a rocking chair, and I can see mum chopping up vegetables in the kitchen. A sort of diffuse light is seeping in through the abundance of windows, tinged green by the dense canopy of the trees and foliage surrounding the house. I've not done any writing today. I'm on pause, on the first page of chapter 40... 65,000 words in. I've picked up my sister's lurgy. Nostrils and sinuses feel like they're leaking acid, nasty fluorescent green stuff keeps spitting out when I blow my nose; my head is pounding; I'm tired yet restless. Man flu.
Worse things to consider. Mum had results of further tests on Wednesday. Bad news. The doctor stopped the endoscopies into her lungs because he found another tumor on the way...in her gullet. The big question now is: is it a separate primary tumor (best result) or is it indicative that the first tumor has spread (worst result).
My sister and I have to sit down tomorrow and thrash out what we want from the house. Weird times.
Djr