I don't want to

I don't want to
I don't what to chase
I don't want to ask
I don't want to know
I don't want to stop
I don't want to carry on
I don't want to cope
I don't want to fall apart
I don't want to

The news we're always waiting for.

This is a familiar feeling. I don't think it is ever different. The waiting and finding out.   

The news is:
Brain and spine stable.
 A lesion in the right kidney has grown from 13mm to 18mm and Prof D thinks it might need treatment and he is going to write to the renal team.

What's different this time as I've found out via a short email and now all my questions are left completely unanswered. Although if I had been there in person, Prof D would still have to ask the renal team.

Might need treatment.

When?

Please say, not for a long time.

Please say, maybe never.

Please don't say you need more scans.

Please don't say, soon.

Please don't end my current bubble of happy.

Holding back tears, letting them come. Fight the urge to tell everyone. I FUCKING HATE VHL. Fight the urge to get sympathy from all sources.

And into strategies, - if it's this then we'll do this. What's 18mm? How rapid is that growth? What was it last time? Which side?
We'll cope. It's fine. I'm fine. Should I tell my mum and dad before I know more? They'll only worry.
Cover it up so my daughter doesn't worry.

And then numb.

Dazed.

Tired.

More questions without answers, more guesses.

Sadness.

Fear.

Blog.

Kidney Cancer no more?

Post op check up today and good news, no more cancer, well not in the kidney. That's the issue with VHL isn't it. No matter how happy we can be that that bit is done and dusted we know that won't be the end.
VHL will continue and so must we. Time is something I struggle with, how much have I got.
I know, I know, we all have that, any one of us could be hit by a bus... you'd have to be blind but it could happen. You could have a fatal accident with a tea cosy.
But VHL isn't likely to kill me, despite scaring the shit out of me from time to time. No, it is much more likely to destroy plans, ruin events and delay what I want to do.

Not many people get it, not many people live with a distrust of their own body.

I do

Operation postponed

I was all ready, bloody nervous but ready. I'd organised everything at work. I'd got plans in place for home. I did a big shop for the people in the house who would need to eat and I'd packed my bag. (a few times)
I set my alarm and said goodbye to my little girl and father. Then we went on the train and found our way to the right ward. There we sat and I had bloods done, blood pressure, temperature. I spoke with a lovely anaesthetist and managed to sort out my concerns about being sick

I met with one of the surgeons and he very kindly went through all  the risks - I hate that bit but oddly I felt better, less at risk. I got it; he explained it well. He drew an arrow on me  -  the letter R in the right place.

I got into my gown and stockings and had the wrists band on.

Then my husband went to get those that could drink and eat a coffee and we joked that that would be when I was taken down. I kissed him goodbye just in case and off he went. Then 2 surgeons I recognised turned up and we went into the side room.
No HDU bed.

They wanted to talk options. We  could wait (nil by mouth) until the afternoon but everyone would be pissed off, tense. They were pissed off. And so we agreed that it just couldn't happen. The fog perhaps had caused too many staff to be absent, too many new patients, accidents and people who really needed surgery or they would die, they wouldn't last another night without the amazing NHS staff?

I got dressed. We went and got something to eat, I had a cup of tea.

Then I came home.

My prediction came true, I didn't die on the 11th December.

Devilled Kidneys

One more to add to the collection and I'm being monitored.

But bloody well done NHS, honestly what would I do without it. We had a panel and we got great care.

I did the usual email to those people I assume care and want to know. I wonder if they do or if they roll their eyes and think, god she is all about herself.

I always make it sound as positive as possible and try to sound upbeat about whatever the news is. I wonder why I do that.

Dad is as is is, no change

All carries on.

Umm, opertation?/?/???

grrrrrrrrrrr