Home Sweet Home

Arrived home yesterday lunchtime after four and a half days of hospital treatment and recovery time.  Such a huge relief to be back in the voluminous bosom of my family (those that know Mrs W will understand that comment) and to start to get back to a routine bordering on normality.  Although, I spent most of yesterday asleep, either in bed or on the sofa and it all got a bit emotional at times.

This is my chance to pay tribute to the nurses and support staff of Montacute Ward, Musgrove Park Hospital for their care and encouragement.  They were without exception, exceptional and helped me to progress at a rapid enough pace so that I could get home a day ahead of my schedule.  I will never understand what motivates an individual to be prepared to empty bottles of piddle, time after time, with a smile and still come back for more.

Of course, with treatment such as mine I have also benefitted from a number of other specialist medical professionals including the stoma nurses, specialist colorectal nurses and the surgery team, led by the bloody marvelous Miss Hunt.  They are simply wonderful people.

I shall end this post with a reprint of a poem , especially written by my sister-in-law, who has a talent for these things.

Lament to a hole

My sweet and peachy fruit,
no longer through you will I toot.

Our curried paths shall cross no more,
the chocolate motorway has closed its door.

The times spent upon the porcelain throne,
and recounted all the logs we’d known.

O’ dearest friend I wish thee well,
no longer shall I breath in your sweet, sweet smell.

So farewell my chum, our time was brief,
no time to play, no time for grief.

The chocolate starfish have gone away,
the sheets are clean and so will stay.

So please remember me fondly, and enjoy your rest ,
as you my beloved anus were the best.

Andrew Williams

50 year old, living with his colon and bowel cancer and all that that entails. Quietly sweary, family man living in Somerset, UK.

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