So… just as word had come to me that this hospital stay might be coming to an end, my consultant came in yesterday and, without the usual spring in his step, said ‘ there’s been a slight complication that we hadn’t expected’
The gravity in his tone very slightly alarmed me ( bone cancer, gangrene, imminent death etc ) so when he said that the cage had moved, it was a bit of an anticlimax, to be honest!
So it would appear that the immovable, made of concrete, forever fixation cage has shifted by 4 millimetres.
Doesn’t sound like a lot, I know, but I think to Mr Lucas it’s a bit like the Tower of London moving 10 feet to the left.
So it’s a case of more X-rays on Monday to see if it goes any further than where it ought to be…
And if it has, then more surgery, possibly this time just screwing me to a metal girder?
I’m still upbeat though.
Thanks to my continuous flow of visitors…… it really does make a difference and makes me feel loved.