Dirty Old Town

I’ll make this as brief as I can, and for reasons that will become clear, you’ll have to accept my apologies for being unable to check spelling, grammar, format etc. etc.

I find myself in Salford, the lesser known of the two cities that commonly become referred to as Manchester. Salford is a city in it’s own rite, having all the things it needs to be regarded as such. Cathedral, university and the rest. Anyhow, last Sunday we came to attend the Sounds From The Other City Festival, the plan was I was going to write about it, and we would both enjoy the occasion. It would also be my first opportunity of seeing a Scottish band that had been rattling the rusty chains of the hype media, Neon Waltz. I had a tenuous connection with the band, I know one of their Mums (someone is going to hate me for saying that) and I had already exchanged text messages and arranged to meet and say hi after their appearance.

We arrived with plenty of time to spare, parked the car (another story that still has plenty to run) and I was making my way to the festival office to collect my press pass. I had finished my first cycle of the new chemo regime just 36 hours before but I was feeling OK. OK except I was a little short of breath, and M suggested I stop for 5 mins, there was still no rush. 5 mins became 10, which became 15. OK was becoming not feeling too good, standing became sitting on a wall, then the pavement, then became lying on the pavement. Neon Waltz became the waltzer and Salford began spinning at break neck speeds as M dialled 999.

And so, here I am, 7 days later and I’m still in Salford Royal. I’ll go into the detail of how things progressed when I’m not squinting into a mobile phone but the result is colitis, probably a side effect of chemo, on top of which an emergency ct scan revealed a deep vein thrombosis in my portal vein in my liver, probably caused by the cancer. All rather scary, and have to consider myself very lucky that the DVT was spotted just in the nick of time.

So for those of you wondering where I was, here I am, and very grateful to M and the Salford Royal. I’m due to be transferred to The Christie on Monday morning where we begin the process of deciding what to do next. Watch this space.

Oh, and the title….refers to the song about the Other city. I’ll certainly have memories of Salford from now on.

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3 Responses to Dirty Old Town

  1. Lisa Reiter says:

    Wishing well from afar, Chris. I was just about to “Liebster” your blog – which I will continue to do as I love your poignant, but under-stated honesty, keeping the world up to date with your current battles.
    This may be rather bad timing or a welcome distraction, but I hope you might be able to accept the award as an honorary one even if you don’t wish to or can’t pass it on just now. My post about it will be out tomorrow and I’ll tag you on Twitter so you can find it. Otherwise let me know if you don’t want ‘visitors’ at the moment.
    Hoping you are home soon.
    Lisa x

  2. Norah says:

    I’m wishing you well. Dirty old town indeed!

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