Cancergiggles is an idiot's guide to accepting, living with, laughing at and dying from cancer. The very, very last bit I can't be absolutely sure of, but then who the hell can? I could have written some beautifully crafted, grammatically correct essays but I hope you will understand, that when I say "I don't have a lot of time" I mean it far more literally than you do. I just wanted scribble a few thoughts to maybe light a spark in people - and then it became a book about Cancer, Life, Death, Illness and Politics. ISBN 0955198801

 

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CHOPPING TIME

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posted Thursday, 12 February 2004
Chopping time. Over 7 hours and 450 stitches and staples was enough to make even me wince.  I can't remember much for several days but know I was packed in ice (which Kim had got from the supermarket), sprayed with iced water and had a large powerful fan 2 feet from my head.  I do remember seeing my surgeon a few hours after the op and he looked like hell.  Sweating, sunken eyes and obviously completely shattered.  At least I had the on-demand morphine.  10 days of no food or drink carrying a drip around were not good for me.  I get bored and ratty as quickly as Gordon Brown waiting for the Hutton report so I guess this is where the other me stepped in.  There is no way that I could handle pain and that level of boredom at the same time.  In retrospect the answer was simple.  Give it to someone else.  And I did.



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