I wasn't expecting to be a little nervous - but there you go, I can feel the nerves kicking in and I still haven't quite got my words right and so I'm working on those today - I have decided that today is all about getting it right. I've written my speech but I'm not really that happy about it at the moment, it doesn't quite flow, I have to make some subtle adjustments to emphasis and also just get the few funnies right - it's a big audience and so I need to be just above subtle but not in your face - working on that now :-)
I'd like to do my speech without notes but I've never done that before unless it has been an off the cuff performance which this never was going to be. Now I need to make sure I have all the necessary things ready - suit, tie, waistcoat, shoes are clean and so on - take some glasses so I can read my script and ensure that all the paperwork I need is available.
I just need to be myself, enjoy the day and make sure that I meet and greet everyone and work the room. It will be difficult as I'll be centre of attention for the day - I just need to ensure that my guests all look after each other as I will be somewhat swamped with people wanting to congratulate me and vie for my attention - I should be in my element but actually I never really enjoyed it that much.
Friday, June 08, 2012
Thursday, June 07, 2012
Just a matter of time
Like it is for all of us I suppose, eventually we will meet our destiny and we've now been told that dad's time with us is coming to an end and that he can only be made comfortable and will not be in a position to improve or gain any strength. It is very sad and distressing for the family to see him like this and I've often felt that this is the cruelty of the disease. It tears up your loved ones before your eyes and you've got no chance to do anything about it. In olden days, I'm guessing he would be dead by now as he would have contracted such a serious series of infections that would have been untreatable. These days, they can work miracles and indeed so they have but at what cost?
I remember going to the funeral of my uncle who died very suddenly and the vicar spoke about how sometimes it was better like that. He died young and whilst it was one hell of a shock we would always remember him like that, as we had known him the last time we saw or spoke to him. It was a hell of a shock to us all but I kind of understand what he was saying and in a way, and I really don't mean to be cruel, it might be better if dad didn't wake up tomorrow morning. I know you'll think that an awful thing to say but that's how it feels and he's enjoying no quality of life and isn't likely to either, he is deteriorating and being kept alive by the wonders of medical science.
This isn't the man who I've known all my life and it isn't the way I want to see him or how he would want to be seen either. I certainly don't want to remember him like this I want to remember him as my dad, as my father, the guy that taught me wood and metalwork and the forward defence stroke, to play football, fly a kite, build sandcastles and all that good father son stuff. Now he's a frail and frightened man, not even in his home, being looked after by overworked nurses and doctors and frankly wasting away before our eyes. I feel sorry for my mum who has stood up to all this for these past 10 months or so. Of course you never really want someone to die or to no longer be there but you never ever want them to suffer like this - although suffer may be too strong a word.
Cancer, as I've often said before, works on many levels beyond the disease itself because of the way it is perceived and understood and misunderstood all at the same time. Early posts explore this element of the disease and yet then it was about me and what I was going through and the shit I put my family through (note that it wasn't cancer that did that - it was my fault!). That's another one of those things you do. My fault, I caused suffering for others and so on - how strange is that. It's as if you had been hit by an uninsured driver and it was your own fault for being there at the wrong time! Bizarre thing cancer.
So, there's me being wicked and being concerned and looking in to dad's eyes and seeing the fear. Fear to go to sleep in case he doesn't wake up, of his eyes failing and being blind and then he looks at the flesh hanging down loosely from his arms and pulls a disgusted and fearful face at that. His voice is becoming feint and his strength is going, his patience is growing shorter and his comprehension skills are failing as he fails to understand what you say to him. Now his feet and hands are growing cold and gradually his body is shutting down.
I'm not sure if I'm just braving this out or have rationalised it in my head or through my own experience when looking back at my dark days. I wonder if things hadn't gone so well whether I'd have thought any differently. I'm hoping that I am thinking pragmatically about death. I hope that I have no regrets and that I am comfortable with my lot, that I made a difference to someone, anyone, and that I lived a good life and did the right things. I certainly feel this way more so because cancer became my great leveller and that I also learnt some key lessons during that time. I had 2 years to re-build myself and my confidence in the charity and whilst I saw some pretty bleak and awful things happening to other people, it made me realise how lucky I was. I also "made a difference" in the time that I was there, that was the thing, I did something for other people and many didn't know who I was.
I look back at achievements and they aren't what you think they may be. They are my children and their upbringing, their work for other people and their work ethic and maturity. I look at the difference I made to other lives and these things are my achievements. The rest of the things are material and transient, worth less now than when you bought them. We have everything we need, shelter, warmth, food, health - not sure what Maslow would make of it but there you go. In many ways I think another achievement may be to educate those friends and those acquainted with me that cancer isn't what they thought it was, that you could take an attitude to it and that you can beat it and you can come through it. Now I look back and wonder and see how people viewed me and I don't see myself in their description of me. I never really thought I was ill or even looked ill but some of the photos do show me looking drawn and grey, I now look a lot better and often get reminded by my mates that I used to look like sh1t :-)
So - big change in my attitude, 6 years ago I would have wanted a fast car, big house, dah de dah but now, that actually isn't on the important list at all.... However, not everyone thinks like that and so that also makes for an interesting time.
I remember going to the funeral of my uncle who died very suddenly and the vicar spoke about how sometimes it was better like that. He died young and whilst it was one hell of a shock we would always remember him like that, as we had known him the last time we saw or spoke to him. It was a hell of a shock to us all but I kind of understand what he was saying and in a way, and I really don't mean to be cruel, it might be better if dad didn't wake up tomorrow morning. I know you'll think that an awful thing to say but that's how it feels and he's enjoying no quality of life and isn't likely to either, he is deteriorating and being kept alive by the wonders of medical science.
This isn't the man who I've known all my life and it isn't the way I want to see him or how he would want to be seen either. I certainly don't want to remember him like this I want to remember him as my dad, as my father, the guy that taught me wood and metalwork and the forward defence stroke, to play football, fly a kite, build sandcastles and all that good father son stuff. Now he's a frail and frightened man, not even in his home, being looked after by overworked nurses and doctors and frankly wasting away before our eyes. I feel sorry for my mum who has stood up to all this for these past 10 months or so. Of course you never really want someone to die or to no longer be there but you never ever want them to suffer like this - although suffer may be too strong a word.
Cancer, as I've often said before, works on many levels beyond the disease itself because of the way it is perceived and understood and misunderstood all at the same time. Early posts explore this element of the disease and yet then it was about me and what I was going through and the shit I put my family through (note that it wasn't cancer that did that - it was my fault!). That's another one of those things you do. My fault, I caused suffering for others and so on - how strange is that. It's as if you had been hit by an uninsured driver and it was your own fault for being there at the wrong time! Bizarre thing cancer.
So, there's me being wicked and being concerned and looking in to dad's eyes and seeing the fear. Fear to go to sleep in case he doesn't wake up, of his eyes failing and being blind and then he looks at the flesh hanging down loosely from his arms and pulls a disgusted and fearful face at that. His voice is becoming feint and his strength is going, his patience is growing shorter and his comprehension skills are failing as he fails to understand what you say to him. Now his feet and hands are growing cold and gradually his body is shutting down.
I'm not sure if I'm just braving this out or have rationalised it in my head or through my own experience when looking back at my dark days. I wonder if things hadn't gone so well whether I'd have thought any differently. I'm hoping that I am thinking pragmatically about death. I hope that I have no regrets and that I am comfortable with my lot, that I made a difference to someone, anyone, and that I lived a good life and did the right things. I certainly feel this way more so because cancer became my great leveller and that I also learnt some key lessons during that time. I had 2 years to re-build myself and my confidence in the charity and whilst I saw some pretty bleak and awful things happening to other people, it made me realise how lucky I was. I also "made a difference" in the time that I was there, that was the thing, I did something for other people and many didn't know who I was.
I look back at achievements and they aren't what you think they may be. They are my children and their upbringing, their work for other people and their work ethic and maturity. I look at the difference I made to other lives and these things are my achievements. The rest of the things are material and transient, worth less now than when you bought them. We have everything we need, shelter, warmth, food, health - not sure what Maslow would make of it but there you go. In many ways I think another achievement may be to educate those friends and those acquainted with me that cancer isn't what they thought it was, that you could take an attitude to it and that you can beat it and you can come through it. Now I look back and wonder and see how people viewed me and I don't see myself in their description of me. I never really thought I was ill or even looked ill but some of the photos do show me looking drawn and grey, I now look a lot better and often get reminded by my mates that I used to look like sh1t :-)
So - big change in my attitude, 6 years ago I would have wanted a fast car, big house, dah de dah but now, that actually isn't on the important list at all.... However, not everyone thinks like that and so that also makes for an interesting time.
Out Again
I was out last night at the Jazz night which was good - it looks as if I haven't been at all this year! So perhaps not been for more like 8 months. It doesn't seem that long ago but perhaps it has been as the last signature in the book of mine was September 2011! It was good to get along to the event anyway and enjoyed the beer and the music.
Tonight, it looks like I am out again to meet my friend who is also the Director of Ceremonies for Saturday and I know that he will want to run through some procedural stuff and make sure that I'm prepared for it.
My dad should be being assessed today to be given a holistic view of where we are and what needs to be done. I'm pretty much of the opinion that if he doesn't get his strength back he will need to stay in some form of care and whether that is in a Hospital bed or some Care Home I just don't know. Hopefully though we will get some sort of resolution on this as the journey to and from the Hospital is 30 minutes each way and it is wearing on my mum as well as for my brother and sister in law. If he can come home - which he may appreciate, he will need a lot of care and this is the problem - he almost needs one to one 24x7 cover, I cannot imagine that is likely given how things are in the NHS and Social Services and I don't think that Marie Curie nurses would be right. But I am jumping the gun here and we need to hear what the specialists say.
Unfortunately it is only a matter of time though and making him comfortable and stable is the priority as well as ensuring that he is receiving pain killers as and when they may be required. I still feel quite remote from it all and wonder if that is something unusual in my psyche? Other things provoke emotional responses but not this - well not as deep or spontaneously. I'm wondering whether I'm some sort of weirdo :-)
Tonight, it looks like I am out again to meet my friend who is also the Director of Ceremonies for Saturday and I know that he will want to run through some procedural stuff and make sure that I'm prepared for it.
My dad should be being assessed today to be given a holistic view of where we are and what needs to be done. I'm pretty much of the opinion that if he doesn't get his strength back he will need to stay in some form of care and whether that is in a Hospital bed or some Care Home I just don't know. Hopefully though we will get some sort of resolution on this as the journey to and from the Hospital is 30 minutes each way and it is wearing on my mum as well as for my brother and sister in law. If he can come home - which he may appreciate, he will need a lot of care and this is the problem - he almost needs one to one 24x7 cover, I cannot imagine that is likely given how things are in the NHS and Social Services and I don't think that Marie Curie nurses would be right. But I am jumping the gun here and we need to hear what the specialists say.
Unfortunately it is only a matter of time though and making him comfortable and stable is the priority as well as ensuring that he is receiving pain killers as and when they may be required. I still feel quite remote from it all and wonder if that is something unusual in my psyche? Other things provoke emotional responses but not this - well not as deep or spontaneously. I'm wondering whether I'm some sort of weirdo :-)
If I may?
A Bradbury Quote from the Locusts (Locusts of Mars) Martian Chronicles.
This is the power of writing - it doesn't get much better than this to screw with your mind! :-)
"The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmitted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke. And from the rockets ran men with hammers in their hands to beat the strange world into a shape that was familiar to the eye, to bludgeon away all the strangeness, their mouths fringed with nails so they resembled steel-toothed carnivores, spitting them into their swift hands as they hammered up frame cottages and scuttled over roofs with shingles to blot out the eerie stars, and fit green shades to pull against the night. And when the carpenters had hurried on, the women came in with flowerpots and chintz and pans and set up a kitchen clamor to cover the silence that Mars made waiting outside the door and the shaded window. "
Imagine a book filled with such wonderful prose - there you have the Martian Chronicles....
This is the power of writing - it doesn't get much better than this to screw with your mind! :-)
"The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmitted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke. And from the rockets ran men with hammers in their hands to beat the strange world into a shape that was familiar to the eye, to bludgeon away all the strangeness, their mouths fringed with nails so they resembled steel-toothed carnivores, spitting them into their swift hands as they hammered up frame cottages and scuttled over roofs with shingles to blot out the eerie stars, and fit green shades to pull against the night. And when the carpenters had hurried on, the women came in with flowerpots and chintz and pans and set up a kitchen clamor to cover the silence that Mars made waiting outside the door and the shaded window. "
Imagine a book filled with such wonderful prose - there you have the Martian Chronicles....
Ray Bradbury
Has passed away today at the age of 91. I read Fahrenheit 451 but my real love was the Martian Chronicles or the Locusts or Mars (I think it was called). It was one of only a few books that took me away from where I was and opened things up. Other books must include Lord of The Rings, The Gormenghast Trilogy, the regeneration Trilogy and perhaps Wilt by Tom Sharpe (strangely enough) were life changing works.
I still prefer historical books and I still think that Martin Gilbert's History of the 20th Century is just an amazing piece of work. Add to that the House by the Thames and London a Biography and Cromwell our Chief of Men and you can keep me chatting all night long. I will not do that. I will however suggest that if you haven't read the Martian Chronicles that you should do so. There is something hauntingly beautiful in the prose and like Gormenghast the words flow off the page and pull you in to a wonderful world - far more enchanting than Rowling's Harry Potter, far deeper and far darker and yet somehow beautiful.
How I admire the ability of these authors who produce literature that you can easily read, immerse yourself in and enjoy. I enjoy it for "what it is" and find the sniping critics don't appreciate the effort that has gone in to convey the story (whether fiction or factual). To capture your reader and take them on a page turning roller coaster of a journey is a magical gift indeed. I just wished I possessed half of their talent and might be able to properly express myself using correct English Grammar would be half of the fight :-)
We should mourn the passing of great artists like Bradbury who's imagination and writing were unbounded by present day constraints. I now need to go find the Martian Chronicles and re read it - I'm sure that I will not be disappointed.
I still prefer historical books and I still think that Martin Gilbert's History of the 20th Century is just an amazing piece of work. Add to that the House by the Thames and London a Biography and Cromwell our Chief of Men and you can keep me chatting all night long. I will not do that. I will however suggest that if you haven't read the Martian Chronicles that you should do so. There is something hauntingly beautiful in the prose and like Gormenghast the words flow off the page and pull you in to a wonderful world - far more enchanting than Rowling's Harry Potter, far deeper and far darker and yet somehow beautiful.
How I admire the ability of these authors who produce literature that you can easily read, immerse yourself in and enjoy. I enjoy it for "what it is" and find the sniping critics don't appreciate the effort that has gone in to convey the story (whether fiction or factual). To capture your reader and take them on a page turning roller coaster of a journey is a magical gift indeed. I just wished I possessed half of their talent and might be able to properly express myself using correct English Grammar would be half of the fight :-)
We should mourn the passing of great artists like Bradbury who's imagination and writing were unbounded by present day constraints. I now need to go find the Martian Chronicles and re read it - I'm sure that I will not be disappointed.
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Jazz Night
Blimey when was the last time I went to Jazz Night? Probably January I think as Peter was there and died a few days afterwards - sad but mercifully quick from what I understand and from my own experience with dad, this hanging on and no real quality of life, I can understand why it was probably better albeit such a shock.
So I haven't been to a Jazz night for a while and I think I may have missed one through having a cold or if not that through the scan or something anyway, I'm going tonight despite the rain!
I've come off the Slow carb diet for a while only because we've had a series of things going on and loads of events and it was just too difficult to maintain the discipline. I'm eating properly though and managing to keep my weight. I do need to get back onto the diet in a week or two when there are no more calls on my attendance at meals etc. I haven't put on any weight so that is good.
So - out tonight - looking forward to it greatly - I need a bit of a break.
So I haven't been to a Jazz night for a while and I think I may have missed one through having a cold or if not that through the scan or something anyway, I'm going tonight despite the rain!
I've come off the Slow carb diet for a while only because we've had a series of things going on and loads of events and it was just too difficult to maintain the discipline. I'm eating properly though and managing to keep my weight. I do need to get back onto the diet in a week or two when there are no more calls on my attendance at meals etc. I haven't put on any weight so that is good.
So - out tonight - looking forward to it greatly - I need a bit of a break.
Making the wrong decisions for the right reason
Had a chat with my business partner - I was mulling the stupid set of conversations I'd had yesterday. These are the sort of conversations that spook you into acting in a knee jerk reaction. I could easily pick up the phone and get a job that I'd regret in a month and kick into touch. I need to think things through and be measured and I've got a few issues to be getting on with this week without the worry that somehow we will be in the workhouse by the end of the week.
Right now I've got a series of balancing acts to do and they involve my father's situation as I ought to go up there pretty soon I guess. He has been in Hospital 3 weeks today which is probably the longest since the big operation. The issue is that whilst I'm there I won't be doing a hell of a lot - I can do a little but have no chance to arrange interviews and the like. Additionally, I haven't decided what I want to do going forward.
This weekend is important for me as I will have a really interesting day on Saturday being installed in the Chair of my Lodge, I've yet to learn my words properly and also I've to make sure that I have my speech ready and so on. I'm working on another piece of business too at the moment which may or may not have any relevance for me. Let's see.
The very last thing I need to be doing though is doing the right thing for the wrong reason and ending up back where I was some years ago in a job I hated, working with people I had no respect whatsoever for. Given my change in personality I just don't deal with fools at all these days, I would need to be very careful going to work and having to interact with the drivel that called themselves "senior management" at my last corporate employment. I need to be convinced that I'd be able to listen to and live in the same crappy place as I was before and I know the answer to that without needing to write it down.
There are now lots more terms and conditions that I've set myself (self imposed) that these days I don't want to compromise my integrity and would rather work in a better place with lower wages if it meant that I'd satisfy that criteria. I don't want much do I? :-)
Right now I've got a series of balancing acts to do and they involve my father's situation as I ought to go up there pretty soon I guess. He has been in Hospital 3 weeks today which is probably the longest since the big operation. The issue is that whilst I'm there I won't be doing a hell of a lot - I can do a little but have no chance to arrange interviews and the like. Additionally, I haven't decided what I want to do going forward.
This weekend is important for me as I will have a really interesting day on Saturday being installed in the Chair of my Lodge, I've yet to learn my words properly and also I've to make sure that I have my speech ready and so on. I'm working on another piece of business too at the moment which may or may not have any relevance for me. Let's see.
The very last thing I need to be doing though is doing the right thing for the wrong reason and ending up back where I was some years ago in a job I hated, working with people I had no respect whatsoever for. Given my change in personality I just don't deal with fools at all these days, I would need to be very careful going to work and having to interact with the drivel that called themselves "senior management" at my last corporate employment. I need to be convinced that I'd be able to listen to and live in the same crappy place as I was before and I know the answer to that without needing to write it down.
There are now lots more terms and conditions that I've set myself (self imposed) that these days I don't want to compromise my integrity and would rather work in a better place with lower wages if it meant that I'd satisfy that criteria. I don't want much do I? :-)
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Fed up with this
Was trying to get some sense of reality into an interesting situation. I complained that the first things Mrs. F. said to me this morning wasn't anything personal - before I'd even got the sleep out of my eyes Mrs. F was complaining about the phone call costs - which eventually turned out to be her calls on behalf of her charity to the Government Tax Line (they nicely have a premium phone call service). So that's how the morning started and stayed on that all morning. Now call me insensitive but I did suggest that perhaps she ought to start the morning with some small talk - but she rarely does.
So having now pointed that out to her - it is my fault now. This is how stupid this stuff gets. I've got sufficient funds to continue going for around about 16 months. That's partly the reason I was able to go and try to make the business set up. So that didn't happen and as I see it, I have 16 months to get a job. You'd have thought that we would be destitute the way Mrs. F. goes off on one. It's one of those discussions that don't go well as I go past logic and then go into mocking sarcasm and ridicule for this is what it deserves. Having many times sat down and calculated the basis of our finances and even discussed selling up and moving every now and then I get this stupid argument that somehow we are about to be moved on to the workhouse. I have to say that it really is getting to be a pointless conversation and one that I'm pretty tired of addressing every few weeks.
I could do with getting a call this week about the job that might be available as that would, I'm sure, ensure a quiet life......
So having now pointed that out to her - it is my fault now. This is how stupid this stuff gets. I've got sufficient funds to continue going for around about 16 months. That's partly the reason I was able to go and try to make the business set up. So that didn't happen and as I see it, I have 16 months to get a job. You'd have thought that we would be destitute the way Mrs. F. goes off on one. It's one of those discussions that don't go well as I go past logic and then go into mocking sarcasm and ridicule for this is what it deserves. Having many times sat down and calculated the basis of our finances and even discussed selling up and moving every now and then I get this stupid argument that somehow we are about to be moved on to the workhouse. I have to say that it really is getting to be a pointless conversation and one that I'm pretty tired of addressing every few weeks.
I could do with getting a call this week about the job that might be available as that would, I'm sure, ensure a quiet life......
Week Ahead
This time next week I'll be Master of my Lodge and all the build up and worry will be out of the way. I have to learn some words and make sure that I know them all and sort out the procedural stuff.
I will be getting ready to do my first official duty that day as an honoured guest of another Lodge. I should then be clear until September when it really gets going and there are around about 18 or more meetings to go to as an honoured guest. I'm looking forward to that very much.
I've started peeling from the sun burn from Saturday - so my forehead looks a bit grizzly at the moment.
Dad is stable and if they can just steady up his insulin and he can gain a bit of appetite maybe he can get some strength back. I'm hoping that whatever happens he hangs on until after my Installation on Saturday.
I will be getting ready to do my first official duty that day as an honoured guest of another Lodge. I should then be clear until September when it really gets going and there are around about 18 or more meetings to go to as an honoured guest. I'm looking forward to that very much.
I've started peeling from the sun burn from Saturday - so my forehead looks a bit grizzly at the moment.
Dad is stable and if they can just steady up his insulin and he can gain a bit of appetite maybe he can get some strength back. I'm hoping that whatever happens he hangs on until after my Installation on Saturday.
Monday, June 04, 2012
Ouch
My poor old head - sunburnt and sore! I wore a hat today as we went to the pub as they had a live band playing who were excellent. Had a number of beers - Jubilee - of course and had a good afternoon out. Not sure Mrs. F. was completely enamoured with the noise so I did spend some time a good few yards away with her. She and I do differ on these sort of things.
The Jubilee concert was a bit of a disappointing event though - far too middle of the road and too safe, so safe that the artists were a bit past it and couldn't hit the right notes etc. I think we do this sort of thing well but..... it just could have been so much better....
So there we have it. On top of that, dad is OK (ish). He continues to stabilise and I'm happy about that as I'm amazed that he has lasted as long as he has - and I know how utterly bad that sounds. He just isn't getting better but is stable. He has no quality of life and that's the annoying thing to me.
I'm in a funny place at the moment too. I've just got back in touch with a very old friend and she is now living back in France and occasionally the UK. She was in Singapore last time we spoke. I haven't met her since 1988 - a long time ago :-) We worked together on a global project way back then 24 years ago - I have to say it feels like only 5 years ago. Why in a funny place? Well it just doesn't seem to be that long ago and I found it quite a shock!
The Jubilee concert was a bit of a disappointing event though - far too middle of the road and too safe, so safe that the artists were a bit past it and couldn't hit the right notes etc. I think we do this sort of thing well but..... it just could have been so much better....
So there we have it. On top of that, dad is OK (ish). He continues to stabilise and I'm happy about that as I'm amazed that he has lasted as long as he has - and I know how utterly bad that sounds. He just isn't getting better but is stable. He has no quality of life and that's the annoying thing to me.
I'm in a funny place at the moment too. I've just got back in touch with a very old friend and she is now living back in France and occasionally the UK. She was in Singapore last time we spoke. I haven't met her since 1988 - a long time ago :-) We worked together on a global project way back then 24 years ago - I have to say it feels like only 5 years ago. Why in a funny place? Well it just doesn't seem to be that long ago and I found it quite a shock!
A Diamond Day Out Indeed
I was "on duty" from 9 am and got off at around 5pm - the weather was bad, very wet in the morning but mid afternoon the sun came out and there's the problem. I was dressed in a suit and had to be so to meet the Mayor and other dignitaries and hadn't thought to bring sun cream or sun block - why? Because the weather was meant to be overcast all day. I have a sun burnt face and the top of my head can hardly be touched! What a nightmare.
My dad is now under control but the ward where he has been moved to which is meant to be a specialist one is hard pushed to look after the people on it - the other wards were better at caring. My brother, something of a specialist in this area is writing to the CEO to explain the way things are to him :-)
I've also discovered that at my installation meeting (when I go into the Chair of my Lodge) next Saturday I'm expected to know my obligation and so I am in a minor panic to learn that before then! Additionally I'm pulling together some stuff for a mate of mine to see if I can get him some sales. That won't provide a living and so I'm waiting to hear from another ex-colleague about some contract work too.
My dad is now under control but the ward where he has been moved to which is meant to be a specialist one is hard pushed to look after the people on it - the other wards were better at caring. My brother, something of a specialist in this area is writing to the CEO to explain the way things are to him :-)
I've also discovered that at my installation meeting (when I go into the Chair of my Lodge) next Saturday I'm expected to know my obligation and so I am in a minor panic to learn that before then! Additionally I'm pulling together some stuff for a mate of mine to see if I can get him some sales. That won't provide a living and so I'm waiting to hear from another ex-colleague about some contract work too.
Friday, June 01, 2012
Diabetes and Bladder Cancer
This article shows a link between pioglitazone and Bladder Cancer. It wasn't that fact that startled me it was the next bit "Just over 10,000 people are diagnosed with bladder cancer every year and almost 5,000 die of it. About half die within five years of diagnosis."
That's not what I recollect at all about the disease as generally it can be treated well and any signs of progression and you can remover the bladder entirely - it just struck me that a 50% 5 year mortality rate was a bit high given the advances made in this. I'd have thought 20% in 5 years maybe but 50% looks very worrying. Mind you, the whole article looks to be written to a headline and when you look deeper into the article it starts to unravel a bit and the substance becomes diluted. The other thing is whether the 5,000 who die of it are related to the 10,000 diagnosed or are they from the 40,000 diagnosed in the 4 years before?
I'm not sure about the way things are reported any more - this seems to be a very alarming bit of information until you read the caveats and the "science" behind it.
That's not what I recollect at all about the disease as generally it can be treated well and any signs of progression and you can remover the bladder entirely - it just struck me that a 50% 5 year mortality rate was a bit high given the advances made in this. I'd have thought 20% in 5 years maybe but 50% looks very worrying. Mind you, the whole article looks to be written to a headline and when you look deeper into the article it starts to unravel a bit and the substance becomes diluted. The other thing is whether the 5,000 who die of it are related to the 10,000 diagnosed or are they from the 40,000 diagnosed in the 4 years before?
I'm not sure about the way things are reported any more - this seems to be a very alarming bit of information until you read the caveats and the "science" behind it.
Upsetting Times
I spoke to mum this morning - not good at all - she was very distressed and so I've asked her to contact my brother who is at home locally to make a few phone calls as they had to leave dad in a lot of pain last night and they aren't sure that the Hospital actually dealt with it. They seem to be in the right ward but just not have the capacity the last ward had. The worry is that things are now going on inside him that need pain control and lets hope that they can sort it out and fast.
I can only imagine what it must be like for mum having to go in every day and dad not being well and not being himself and also suffering in front of her - there's only so much you can take of course.
I can only imagine what it must be like for mum having to go in every day and dad not being well and not being himself and also suffering in front of her - there's only so much you can take of course.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Strange Place
It was with some purpose that I hit a few beers yesterday and I occasionally do this slight wobble and become ever so slightly self destructive. It is difficult to explain but it is my pressure valve and there's only so much of my "Spock like" (Star Trek not Psychologist) persona that I can work with at any one time. Somewhere along the line I need to let off steam and relieve my own pent up emotional baggage.
So just every now and then I do something to extreme. I always regret it afterwards and I always chastise myself for it but, it is in my very nature and core so I can't actually stop it as far as I know. It is rare that I go off and do these things and can probably number these on one hand in the past 10 years. I used to be worse before then and often would have a period of self doubt, a bit of drinking or solitude or something like that to try and resolve it. It's not one of my best traits :-)
I consider that I have a very level attitude to things but to be like that all the time the other stuff, the anger, frustration and reckless side need to come out somewhere - better to go and do this on my own in my own way and regret it for a short while than to explode and take out someone who most likely is an innocent in the whole thing or, as has happened before, I've given a dressing down way over the top to someone who deserved it but perhaps not when I'm at my ferocious best (worst).
Anyway - I need to explode every now and then as you can't keep the calm exterior up and you can't always be matter of fact and logical and business like - sometimes you need to vent and let off steam. At least that episode has happened now and I can concentrate on going forward now.
So just every now and then I do something to extreme. I always regret it afterwards and I always chastise myself for it but, it is in my very nature and core so I can't actually stop it as far as I know. It is rare that I go off and do these things and can probably number these on one hand in the past 10 years. I used to be worse before then and often would have a period of self doubt, a bit of drinking or solitude or something like that to try and resolve it. It's not one of my best traits :-)
I consider that I have a very level attitude to things but to be like that all the time the other stuff, the anger, frustration and reckless side need to come out somewhere - better to go and do this on my own in my own way and regret it for a short while than to explode and take out someone who most likely is an innocent in the whole thing or, as has happened before, I've given a dressing down way over the top to someone who deserved it but perhaps not when I'm at my ferocious best (worst).
Anyway - I need to explode every now and then as you can't keep the calm exterior up and you can't always be matter of fact and logical and business like - sometimes you need to vent and let off steam. At least that episode has happened now and I can concentrate on going forward now.
Pent Up Anger
I'm angry at a lot of things at the moment whilst also being calm and rationale about them too :-) Confused? Well that's the way I am, I'm annoyed that something inside me is stopping me making decisions about my life properly. There are some opportunities taking shape that might allow me to do some work on a part time basis and build some finances back into my business and perhaps allow me to start a few new things.
Something is holding me back and stopping me thinking about these sensibly. I'm having to write stuff down and rationalise it but I'm not my usual analytical self on this. There's this back of the mind nagging - not sure why or what it is saying to me but there you go :-) The Anger bit is because I'm not sure what is holding me back - is it fear, is it not wanting to "go back" - I just don't know at the moment, I imagine that I'll work it out somehow.... Just wish it would work itself out a bit faster as my brain needs to have it sorted ASAP.
Something is holding me back and stopping me thinking about these sensibly. I'm having to write stuff down and rationalise it but I'm not my usual analytical self on this. There's this back of the mind nagging - not sure why or what it is saying to me but there you go :-) The Anger bit is because I'm not sure what is holding me back - is it fear, is it not wanting to "go back" - I just don't know at the moment, I imagine that I'll work it out somehow.... Just wish it would work itself out a bit faster as my brain needs to have it sorted ASAP.
Careful - not quite in control
Of myself - I have a tendency to overdo things occasionally - today it was a few beers. I went into meltdown and just wanted to have an afternoon full of drinking beer. It was a good day for it, clear and sunny and I had a couple of beers followed by a few more. I texted Mrs. F. that I was in the pub which was a clear sign that I wanted her to actually be there to stop me and so I could go home. I know how strange that seems but I did manage to talk to her and "off load" a few of my pent up issues about my dad mainly.
It's one of the strange traits I have - every now and then I have to go out and "purge the devil" as we used to call it. It is a blatant act of self harm I think :-) I'm actually not drunk or anything I'm just annoyed that I needed to do it - but it isn't binge drinking - just a safety valve in a way.
It's one of the strange traits I have - every now and then I have to go out and "purge the devil" as we used to call it. It is a blatant act of self harm I think :-) I'm actually not drunk or anything I'm just annoyed that I needed to do it - but it isn't binge drinking - just a safety valve in a way.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
A Little Good News
Dad is on Insulin and they are managing to peg down his blood sugars a bit. He is doing OK and is brighter and ate a bit more and didn't sleep as much so an improvement. However, it was stressed that the hospital are only keeping him comfortable at the moment and doing what was necessary to keep him that way.
My news is interesting as one of the old businesses I used to work for suggested that I might like to come and do some work for them again. That would be interesting as I enjoyed working there before. I could do this part time or full time permanent or temporary so - I've asked to start discussions. It may not be exactly what I want but it is something I can do in the short term and see if I feel up to it long term. It was the job I was in when I was diagnosed. As my business partner said "As one door closes another one opens... that applies to old doors not just new ones..."
With the 6 years experience I now have I should be able to bring something else to the party now. I am also meeting someone else tomorrow who has an interesting proposition and so things are slowly taking shape.
My news is interesting as one of the old businesses I used to work for suggested that I might like to come and do some work for them again. That would be interesting as I enjoyed working there before. I could do this part time or full time permanent or temporary so - I've asked to start discussions. It may not be exactly what I want but it is something I can do in the short term and see if I feel up to it long term. It was the job I was in when I was diagnosed. As my business partner said "As one door closes another one opens... that applies to old doors not just new ones..."
With the 6 years experience I now have I should be able to bring something else to the party now. I am also meeting someone else tomorrow who has an interesting proposition and so things are slowly taking shape.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Change of diet for a short while
I found that I was finding it difficult coming off a cheat day back to the diet and just wasn't eating properly the day following the cheat. Last week, I actually maintained my weight despite being at my mums and whilst eating healthily I was eating all the wrong things and of course this weekend with a slap up meal on Sunday I wasn't exactly feeling ready to get back to the diet as I just don't feel like eating at all in the mornings. I've just had a brunch type meal at 11:15 and then decided it was because I ought to. It is very hot this week and so I don't tend to eat much when it is warm, perhaps that is the reason. Whatever it is, I am going to eat sensibly this week and then return to the diet in a week or so.
Deciding what to do next
I've been distracted today so one day out of my planning has disappeared. I have no doubt that I will get interrupted tomorrow as well - it is just one of those things that happen I guess. I really need to put some serious time into doing some of my accounts and also I need to make some appointments etc. The trouble is that I am trying to keep things clear in case something happens to my dad. Of course that rules out just about everything that may happen except 2 key appointments I have to keep. Everything else will be a matter of people having to live with me not being there for once.
Monday, May 28, 2012
How do I feel?
It is funny that I forgot all about myself being ill last week - except when it came up in conversation and over the weekend I met up with a number of people who remember how ill I was all those years back. It is strange because I've only very recently started to feel well in myself again after all this time. I've been looking at my progress and the diet has brought about a smaller and fitter me and I'm not feeling as exhausted or not quite with it. It is so difficult to put your finger on one thing. It was like talking about my dad's illness. He just didn't feel right but the changes were so gradual and any symptoms were not easy to see. Gradually over a long time things changed down to going out, going away on holiday and other imperceptible things.
SO if there is a wellness factor I'd put myself at about 85% at the moment in terms of how I feel about myself and how well I feel inside. I've still got a fair way to go but I'm feeling just fine at the moment.
I think that the situation with dad is a little strange - I have no experience of what it is like to have one of your parents die and so at the moment whilst I'm resigned to the fact that it is going to happen I haven't really been too overly stressed or phased by things. They will be what they will be and I suppose I'll just have to tackle it at the time and as it comes. I think it will be dealing with the living that will be the problem. I tend to have a view that things will come to pass and that life has run its course and realistically we are all heading to the same fate. There's no one can cheat this one, no money or anything else will stop the inevitability of it. It is just what happens to you and the later (sometimes) the better. When your work here is done, it's time to move on. I had some interesting chats with my mum. She has some views that I certainly don't about death and also how people use words. She objected to her brother's son calling his remains "the body". I suggested that a body isn't the person, just the shell and outward manifestation and that the "soul" (if I can call it that) and the body combined are the person. Dad's still dad, his mind is OK but terribly confused at the moment. He looks 100 and yet he is just 82. His body is falling apart and that's the problem. Of course, that is just my view and there are others of course who might argue with that but we deal with it the way we need to.
I'm therefore in an interesting place with how I'm feeling about dad's illness. In some ways, and PLEASE don't think me wicked or heartless, I'd like him to go to sleep and there be an end to it. Of course I don't want him dead but neither do I want to see him suffering and being "kept alive" by professionals sworn to uphold life when it really isn't going to benefit him or when it is going to make whatever suffering he has now go on any longer. In a way that would be better and yet who am I to request it? I think he would request it too if he could. I've already accepted what is about to happen and the stress of last week was that I could not assist directly (I'm sure there was some relief to my mum and dad might have been pleased to see me) but it was watching him just lying there, helpless that was more concerning and telling him that I wasn't allowed to move him in and out of bed in case I hurt him. He didn't get it but if you would have seen him it was obvious that you could easily damage him - he is so frail.
Anyway, the upshot of this is that I'm just waiting to hear how things are and to work on getting back up when called on. I battle with the feelings of wanting to be there and supporting but, as my mum said, they knew that they were moving away from us and that it wouldn't be possible for me to do that. I guess that is true and I know I've argued long and hard about that but if I need to forgive myself anything it is that I cannot be there everyday and that I can only do what I can do, my family are here and that's where MY priorities must be. I often find my brother and sister-in-laws attitude about this laughable in this area as they remind me of all the support they give my parents and yet in this vast country, when they moved, they are 5 minutes walk away! The making me feel guilty trip is used - I'm not sure it is in a vindictive way - but always makes me laugh as my brother once told me of his wage cut. He took a wage cut that was the total of my wages for the whole year and at the moment the "Which bit of I haven't earn't anything in 2 years do you not understand?" always makes me chuckle :-) He was telling me how much he'd spent on equipment for dad (frames, wheelchair, lift and other such stuff). I think it is "guilt" money, he's bought dad a Guitar, Clarinet and Harmonica and loads of other stuff too. Why? It's not as he would have the strength let alone the inclination to play them?
It will be interesting to see how the relationship progresses. He has managed to p*ss my mum off too and perhaps just needs to turn on supportive rather than confrontational mode! I think he is dealing very badly with the whole situation and isn't accepting things for what they are. Another thing to deal with on my list :-)
SO if there is a wellness factor I'd put myself at about 85% at the moment in terms of how I feel about myself and how well I feel inside. I've still got a fair way to go but I'm feeling just fine at the moment.
I think that the situation with dad is a little strange - I have no experience of what it is like to have one of your parents die and so at the moment whilst I'm resigned to the fact that it is going to happen I haven't really been too overly stressed or phased by things. They will be what they will be and I suppose I'll just have to tackle it at the time and as it comes. I think it will be dealing with the living that will be the problem. I tend to have a view that things will come to pass and that life has run its course and realistically we are all heading to the same fate. There's no one can cheat this one, no money or anything else will stop the inevitability of it. It is just what happens to you and the later (sometimes) the better. When your work here is done, it's time to move on. I had some interesting chats with my mum. She has some views that I certainly don't about death and also how people use words. She objected to her brother's son calling his remains "the body". I suggested that a body isn't the person, just the shell and outward manifestation and that the "soul" (if I can call it that) and the body combined are the person. Dad's still dad, his mind is OK but terribly confused at the moment. He looks 100 and yet he is just 82. His body is falling apart and that's the problem. Of course, that is just my view and there are others of course who might argue with that but we deal with it the way we need to.
I'm therefore in an interesting place with how I'm feeling about dad's illness. In some ways, and PLEASE don't think me wicked or heartless, I'd like him to go to sleep and there be an end to it. Of course I don't want him dead but neither do I want to see him suffering and being "kept alive" by professionals sworn to uphold life when it really isn't going to benefit him or when it is going to make whatever suffering he has now go on any longer. In a way that would be better and yet who am I to request it? I think he would request it too if he could. I've already accepted what is about to happen and the stress of last week was that I could not assist directly (I'm sure there was some relief to my mum and dad might have been pleased to see me) but it was watching him just lying there, helpless that was more concerning and telling him that I wasn't allowed to move him in and out of bed in case I hurt him. He didn't get it but if you would have seen him it was obvious that you could easily damage him - he is so frail.
Anyway, the upshot of this is that I'm just waiting to hear how things are and to work on getting back up when called on. I battle with the feelings of wanting to be there and supporting but, as my mum said, they knew that they were moving away from us and that it wouldn't be possible for me to do that. I guess that is true and I know I've argued long and hard about that but if I need to forgive myself anything it is that I cannot be there everyday and that I can only do what I can do, my family are here and that's where MY priorities must be. I often find my brother and sister-in-laws attitude about this laughable in this area as they remind me of all the support they give my parents and yet in this vast country, when they moved, they are 5 minutes walk away! The making me feel guilty trip is used - I'm not sure it is in a vindictive way - but always makes me laugh as my brother once told me of his wage cut. He took a wage cut that was the total of my wages for the whole year and at the moment the "Which bit of I haven't earn't anything in 2 years do you not understand?" always makes me chuckle :-) He was telling me how much he'd spent on equipment for dad (frames, wheelchair, lift and other such stuff). I think it is "guilt" money, he's bought dad a Guitar, Clarinet and Harmonica and loads of other stuff too. Why? It's not as he would have the strength let alone the inclination to play them?
It will be interesting to see how the relationship progresses. He has managed to p*ss my mum off too and perhaps just needs to turn on supportive rather than confrontational mode! I think he is dealing very badly with the whole situation and isn't accepting things for what they are. Another thing to deal with on my list :-)
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