OUT140

The Choir were part of the OUT140 party at Cromer. Stephanie set one of the Coming Out Tweets as a round and it sounded good. Vince had persuaded the audience to bring cake - still can't get enough. 

I'm ambivalent about my Cancer Coming Out Tweet - it's so passé. Love my I like girls and Batman and Robin movies tho

David gave us a lift home - Thank you Brother!

Halloween

Jason and Amanda, Heather and Eve visit bringing a Halloween Devil outfit for Peggy. She looks Angelic. Heather and Eve help Shell with the Gabion baskets, lobbing bricks and stones in like Navvies - their Granddad's girls

Walking Stevie to the station I see Death on the corner of Wherry Road.... but so do Shell and Stevie- phew!

Fibre free fun

Jules brought me Krispy Kreme Doughnuts from London! The tin is mouthwatering never mind the doughnuts. Wendy is very jealous. The cakes are doing their job - I almost have to undo my belt to take my jeans off now.

Scan

Chest scan today to check for spread. The Waiting room is packed with people drinking litres of milky dye. Happy to escape without any this time. The radiographer smiles and says she'll let me go so I guess there's nothing too worrying at first glance.

I work up a Cryptic Detective Quiz to send Ben Hicks.

Helen McG dropped round the Noisettes cd - sweet!

Vigil

Sang with the Pride Choir at the Vigil against Hate Crime. It was a powerful evening - over 100 people, No to Hate written in candles, moving speeches and we sang well. Timely reminder too that there's always someone worse off than yourself.

Pizza @ Wymer st

Pizza @ Colins with Playstation Move. Wendy thrashed the world Tabletennis superstars with her flat hitting. I ate way too much (2 slices was a big leap after a saline drip). Jules popped in and stayed well after we left shooting things.

Scrabble, cream cakes and sherry

Shell bought me an iPad which has been great for Scrabble, Boggle, Backgammon, Angry Birds and now this blog. We're also kept busy sourcing trace or nil fibre food which will also fatten me up. My diet is anti vegan as cheese and meat are fibre free. Chicken soup is less than 0.1 gram of fibre and Beef consomme has nil (but is pretty horrid apart from containing Sherry). Beef stroganoff is now my signature dish - fillet steak and soured cream. My key worker Gee Bee's main advice was to 'eat more cream cakes'

Di is full of ***t!

Terrible tummy pains all night so rushed to the N&N via Timberhill clinic for morphine (wow!), nasal gastric tube (gag) and flexi rigid camera (ouch - not very flex!).

Duty surgeon draws colostomy bag on me in magic marker as it maybe only option to stop me exploding and showering the ward in poo. I am saved from emergency surgery by Mr Kapur and his colleague from radiology who are keen to clear my obstructed colon with a stent.

Down in radiology I see the tumour on screen via the tiny fibre optic. It's about 4 inches long and is coiling along my colon like a curly telephone cable. After taking a biopsy the medics stick a sleeved wire into it to straighten it up and shove a little cap down on top. It looks like one of the grunt GIs in 'Worms'.

Now the coil is out of the way my bowel can clear. On screen we all see tidal wave approaching the camera and an anxious voice asks if anyone put any mats down.

I use my commode 13 times in the night and the sweet 18 year old next to me pretends nothing odd is going on and keeps her TV headphones on.

Mr Kapur is on holiday for a couple of weeks so the plan is for me to get stronger and have an op - maybe keyhole - around mid November. The guess is that the tumour is caused by the radiotherapy I had for Cervical Cancer 15 years ago - it's right on the middle of the tattoos I've got on my pelvis that the radiotherapists used for lining up the beams.