Letter from Treliske Fri 27th October 2017
No, I’m not at The North. Yes, I am at Treliske (The Royal Cornwall Hospital in Truro). This is just a short letter to explain my silence for the past two weeks and that changes are afoot.
On my way to work this morning I was on Long Rock roundabout and a Mercedes Sprinter, coming from my left, decided not to stop (not my fault).
Poor Blossom (my Landrover Defender) is a right-off. I wasn’t written off and whilst my injuries (broken collarbone and four broken ribs) are unpleasant and painful, they will heal. All on the right hand side so I am reduced to doing everything with the left hand and dosed to the eyeballs with pain killers. They say collar bones and ribs hurt, we are way beyond hurt :-).
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your point of view, the X-rays they took for the broken bones revealed there was much more going on in my body. Subsequent CT scans and a biopsy indicate cancer in my kidney, lungs and elsewhere. No symptoms and without the accident we’d never have known there was a problem. I’m due at the oncology unit on 22nd November to hear how bad the news is and what, if anything, they can do. I’d love the idea of “they caught it early”, but that doesn’t seem to be the case as it’s spread about somewhat.
I suspect Treliske is going to be my new home but I hope I can make the odd return to the North.
These letters won’t stop and me being me, they will be open about everything that is happening to me, but their publication may be even more random than usual.
There is a MUCH longer version of this letter with a lot more detail, particularly about how hospitals deal with autistic, non binary gendered individuals, it has been and will continue to be, an interesting journey.
Some of what will follow in subsequent letters may well shock you, especial my reactions to what is happening to me. You’ll not get a better chance to understand just how different, as an autistic I process the world and especially emotion than sharing this journey with me.
This is is what it is and I will walk whatever road I find myself on, for as long as I am on it, until I run out of road.
The Bean, Treliske, Friday 27th October 2017