This kind of weather fills you with joy doesn’t it. You can’t help but get yourself outside when the weather is like this. I’d like to think that it was the weather that inspired me to get out and enjoy the fresh air and sunshine yesterday, but in truth it wasn’t. Going out for a walk was the only way I could keep myself awake. The accumulation of morphine in my body is taking effect, in that every time I sit down my eye lids turn to lead. I had fallen asleep in the armchair within half an hour of getting up and then at various other times during the day. I’ve been trying to balance the various other painkillers I’m taking with the morphine, but I can’t do without it, so I guess I’m going to have to put up with falling asleep a lot in the coming week. As Mr S kept emphasising to me last week, we’ve only got to get to next Tuesday, and so a few little sacrifices now will be worth it in the end. As it happens, one of the doctors from The Christie telephoned me this morning at the request of Mr S. Just to check that I was OK. It’s both reassuring and scary to get calls like that. I know it’s rare for doctors to be phoning you, and so it’s re-assuring to know they are concerned enough, but it also makes me wonder, why are they concerned so much? I’ll just settle for the fact that this is an exceptional hospital and Mr S is an exceptional surgeon, I’m very lucky to be under his care.
Yesterdays walk was accompanied by 4 lovely girls from Los Angeles. I’m sure I’ve mentioned them before, Warpaint. A girl band with a difference, but not in the ‘girl band’ way you’re thinking. I try not to compare artists to other artists, “oh she sounds like……” , it doesn’t seem fair. We’re all influenced by someone else, but in the end we’re individuals and put our own stamp on things. I’ve been playing their debut album (The Fool) since it was released last year, but now I’ve found their EP, Exquisitie Corpse, released in 2009, and I love it. It was on repeat for the entire time I was out. Music seems to have taken a back seat lately, well as far as my blog is concerned, but I have no hesitation in recommending this band , they really are something different and well worth checking out. It’s hard enough as it is for female musicians to be taken seriously, but this band are both brave and challenging, not afraid to play music as they see it, and kick the stereotype into touch. Give them more than just the one listen, they’re worth it and you’ll thank me. The video below is from Glastonbury 2011, and despite it being on my list of ‘must see’, I didn’t manage it. No surprise there then, even though they performed twice over the weekend, on The Park stage, and the clip below on the John Peel stage.
My good friend Jiiiim came to visit on Friday, which was great. I’d not seen him since Glastonbury last year, so it was good to catch up. A lot has happened since then. He had driven up from Essex primarily to collect some piece of archaic radio equipment he had bought on eBay, and took the opportunity to call in on his way through. On the subject of visits, Lew is coming up on Saturday, and I’m really looking forward to seeing him. Not that I’ll get to do much with him as I’ll be in hospital, but glad he will be here anyway. He’s wanted to come up a few times in the last couple of months, but I’ve managed to put him off. Things have changed so much from week to week, day to day sometimes, it’s been difficult to judge when it would be best for him to be here. I know he’s wanted to be here, wanted to help, but to be honest there’s not much he could have done anyway. Now that I know surgery is going ahead, it makes sense for him to be here when he can be useful, although I have my doubts about whether he can ever achieve that. For those of you thinking, I know he’ll take that last comment in the way it was intended – joke. Let’s put it this way, unless I want to eat chicken fajitas every day when I come out of hospital he won’t be much use to me as my cook, although I might be doing him a disservice there, he might be able to do one or two other dishes. But at least he can open a can of soup. Whether he can keep the house tidy while I’m away is another matter, he can’t even do it while I’m here. I’ll have a couple of days of me listening to him playing my guitars, the way they should be played. That in itself makes me such a proud Dad. Initially he’s planning to be here for 2 weeks, but that’s really depending on what happens in the coming week or so. I don’t want to keep him here too long, the band need him as much as I do, and from what I gather he’s getting involved in a few other music projects as a sideline. I’d much rather him be doing that than wasting his time up here with me.
I’m ticking the days off now, less than a week. Perhaps the hardest thing is not knowing what the outcome will be, there are still so many options and possible problems. I feel as though I should be frightened, scared or at least anxious- but I’m not. I know it’s not going to be easy, but this first stage is a necessary step in the long haul ahead of me. This will be the first of a number of operations, one that I need to recover from quickly to be able to start the next round of chemotherapy. So the sooner we can get it started, the sooner I can start to recover. Roll on Tuesday.