A Bad Day At Cat Rock

Two days of hospital laughter and mirth, under the ever present fluorescent lighting that always brightens your day. Day 1: Wednesday morning, the MRI, not enjoyable mainly because I sang my heart out to Nicola to help her through it. The unpleasant volume (of the MRI) was immense, just as well as my voice ain’t pretty. We then had to dash off to Stoke Mandy for a radio-isotope injection to enable Nicola to have a bone scan three hours later. Thankfully this enabled us to have a civil pub lunch! The sardine bruschetta was a must. Finally, the bone scan. We were allowed to play a cd, poor souls didn’t know what they were in for. Dave Spikey singing ‘Come and get your black bin bags’ and Alan Partridge clips left them wondering. Thanks to Jane and Ann for taking Nic out to the flix. A French number entitled Les Femmes de l’Ombre – that’s a nice cheerful one I thought, no matter how fantastical French cinema can be they know how to do a cheerful film full of laughs. Day 2: Thursday, Nic had a metal spring inserted to enable the tumour to be located should it shrink significantly from the chemo. We were lucky enough to bump into Pete, Ange and Korben and enjoyed a brief sit down in a cafe. Of course, I picked the venue as I only feel secure in those environments if their brand includes undertracked Helvetica (one for the nerds (sorry Julian S)). Good to see you and thanks. In the afternoon we went to look over the chemotherapy unit. We didn’t like this very much. We found it grim. We came home. Steve came by on a spontaneous visit, and I have to say thank you. It was so so good of you to come by and it helped us cope. Thanks.

1 Response to “A Bad Day At Cat Rock”


  1. 1 Helen Sendall September 6, 2008 at 5:16 pm

    Do you want me to go over to the chemo unit and smack them around a bit and make them paint it in bright colours and have live hippy music and a fresh pancakes and maple syrop stall? If I really flex my muscles, I could also make them put glow in the stars on the ceiling and perhaps have Aragorn, son of Arathorn and heir to the throne of Gondor giving foot rubs. And Daniel Craig mopping brows. Just say the word.


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