In February 2016 the public health breast screening system picked up Carmel's breast cancer - requiring a mastectomy and intensive chemotherapy and other nasties.
What factors cause cancer in some people and not in others.
All I know is as far as Carmel is concerned it is unfair.
All the time I have known her, she drank the odd glass of wine; did not smoke and preferred healthy foodstuffs whereas I continue to be the opposite - in the extreme.
Stress may have been a factor - the 2005 investment disaster with our superannuation Nest Egg; two years at Waterford Park. Whatever.
It was brutal and an emotional roller coaster ride.
During the "Big C" stage, you would lie in bed next to her knowing that she had lost her hair; had lesions all over her body, discoloration of the skin; aches n pains and nausea and whimpering quietly so as not to disturb me.
Then there was the miscommunication:
“I wish he would come 'n sit with me”
“Maybe she wants to be alone, I’ll wait outside”
The aftermath was debilitating and niggling.
Many years on, however, she still is being declared Cancer Free.
Nowadays, she smiles a lot and has a legacy gift - the most beautiful natural coloured white hair that is a fashion statement of poise and elegance.
He took my blood pressure noticing it was unusually high. High enough to undertake an ECG - which picked up an anomaly.
Six weeks later, a cardiac intervention specialist advised that I needed immediate open heart surgery - my main arteries were 80% blocked.
I suggested that that he had the wrong guy. I had recently walked over the Kumano Heritage Wilderness Trail and I felt fine.
Surgery was followed by nine days in an Intensive Care Unit (ICU).
This extended period was required because the medicos had trouble “kick starting” me - which resulted in a pacemaker insertion. Then there were the sessions of assisted walking and sitting up in a lounge chair.
Two memories:
On day 2-3 of post surgery I was sitting up in a chair next to my bed - bored shitless.
An ICU is a busy place. It is “open space” in design - separated by curtains. Bells are ringing, buzzers monitoring; patients groaning - some yelling & screaming; staff busy and generally very serious.
I organised a prank.
On my laptop, I googled Tarzan’s Jungle Call and played it - loud.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and immediately looked around for the individual in such agony only to see this doped up Bull Ape slumped half out of his chair immitating the act of thumping his chest in Victory Over Surgery and then giving up because it was just too exhaustive.
Carmel suggested I shout the crew a box of chocolates after I left ICU - to apolgise.
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We visited the surgeon’s practice two weeks after discharge.
He referred to his notes and enquired as to when did I have I have my heart attack.
Carmel and I looked at each other somewhat puzzled.
Again, I said something about “you still have the wrong guy!”.
He countered stating that scar tissue on the heart clearly indicated trauma.
“Well that proves it” said Carmel “He is truely insensitive to pain, sex and criticism!”
I kept on getting pneumonia resulting in admissions to John Flynn and then Calvery hospital Wagga - while on holiday,
The latter fixed me up -
Two bottles of Holy Water with each meal was all that was required
Good on the Tykes!
Top right - the pacemaker insertion;
Middle - sternum pinned by staples
Lower - punctures marks where drips were mounted.
Inner left leg - from the ankle to the top of the thigh was sliced to acquire the veins needed for grafting.
(Years of bike riding provided quality material)
Back to bike riding and regular exercise - but not attempting mountain ranges anymore
Savouring Dylan's bootleg Medicinal Compound - distilled in our backyard shed
"We'll drink a drink, a drink
To Lily the Pink, the Pink, the Pink
The savior of the human race
For she invented medicinal compound
Most efficacious in every case"