(soundtrack to this post, in case you’re curious: McAlmont & Butler – Yes – thanks to William and we’d like to point out – in our Youth – we wrote a very nice piece on David M for a certain Australian magazine…..)
the hardest thing to bear has been the relentless optimism (which might be appropriate if one has been brought up here in the land of – ahem – denial) and the minimizing of our current reality and imminent future (no, to be honest, we’re not “raring to get back to work” – we feel really sick and would like the time to recover if that’s not too much to ask).
we’re all for acting only on the evidence to date.
but we’d just like to say one BIG thing we’ve know now: post-surgery.
………………….when someone gets a diagnosis of
“you have a tumour/tumor and we found a mass and need to operate”
we are going to say:
here’s what we did when we heard that.
we’re NOT going to say “everything’s going to be fine”*.
because – the middle bit – between diagnosis and eventual full recovery (one hopes) is Not Fine.
It Hurts.
And It Sucks.
A Lot.
and here’s another thing we’d like to say.
for everyone who said:
oh, that’s exactly what happened to my friend X
(and then you ask them for details – most of the time they don’t actually have details – but when they do it turns out to be some keyhole surgery – Not What We Had At All and we have the nasty Frankenstein’s monster/monstre/creature black and blood encased wound on our neck to prove we had our Throat Slit)
OR some people (who Really ought to know better – hmmm, that was our Nancy Mitford voice then – crisp and Rather Withering) said:
so – and – so was right as rain shortly after
not to be dramatic (oh, how we lie ;-)
we’d like to put our hand on our heart and remember these people who once had a doctor sit in front of them and say:
“you have a tumour/tumor and we found a mass and need to operate”
a n d d i d n ‘ t m a k e i t
goodnight and sweet dreams wherever you are: Liz T, Greg P, John D, Ruth P and so many more………..
!good news!: we managed to speak later today. and not just through teamgloria.com – actual sounds. damaged vocal chords for a little while. sounded like us circa 1995 on 2 x packets of Camel Lights (forgive us) a day and the other bad habits. but it felt good to TALK. and especially TO LAUGH. And then to have a little cry (ABM was a GEM and read to us from Armistead Maupin and we taught him how to say “shall I be mother” as he picked up the teapot to top us up).
