It’s in the bones. Part two

 I broke my hand last weekend. The stair carpet is a little worn and we have not replaced it yet because we are refurbing the kitchen at some point and didn’t want kitchen fitters tramping over a new carpet. I woke at 3 in the morning and I’d basically sweat my chest line dressing off. It’s called a Hickman line and replaces the line I had in my arm. It will be used to draw blood, administer drugs and, I believe, transplant bone marrow stem cells. At least that’s my current understanding. 

So it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve habitually donned my reading glasses to check the time. I’m out of bed and off downstairs to apply a new dressing to my sweat drenched chest. I misstepped on the worn carpet, fell and my hand struck the architrave of an adjacent bedroom door. Initially, although painful, I didn’t think it was broken but a visit to the hospital for a line clean and bloods provided the opportunity to check.  I was immediately despatched to x-ray and a clean break of the fifth metatarsal was confirmed. I was then sent to A&E with an instruction to advise I was a cancer patient. Within 40 minutes I had been triaged and was with a doctor having a splint fitted. He asked me how I did it so I told I’d punched Chris Rock. 

I’m currently sat at home wearing a very stylish blue stitched splint that beautifully compliments my denim blue shirt. It’s made me think that I’m very lucky. I have a new fashionably short post chemo haircut, I’ve lost two stone and I’m boasting a full body wax. I’m also in possession of the magic queue jumping word: cancer. I have to admit I’m living my best leukaemia life.

Had an early birthday on Friday as I’m in hospital on the 7th. On the one hand I thoroughly enjoyed the day but on the other it feels like one of those “just in case” moments. I have a weakness for Tommy Hilfiger and I’m now kitted head to toe in my favourite brand. I only mention it in case I become a social influencer; it would be nice to have some kind of revenue stream coming in whilst trapped in my anti viral bubble for the next three months.



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