Nurses, OTs, family, doctors, specialists, all visit.
Luckily Deb is there for most of the day. She explains who they are and what they want...
Eg. One bloke talked solidly, I caught a word or two here and there, deb finally clarified.
He's palliative care. Doc Daphne treats the disease, he tries to ease life around the diseased.
So he will suggest or organise things like handrails in the house. But wait, the OT was talking about that... perhaps she was with him?
Sheesh. What I need is a slow clear introduction. With the fast talkers it just washes over me, I get points and ignore the rest.
If deb is there she gets it all. If it's just me I wait till I'm told clearly what to do.
Someone today went back to a drug that Daphne mentioned. Beelzebub or similar. It is *not* a cure. It *may* slow down the tumour and also ease some symptoms.
As the surgeon said, the tumour/cancer will still kill me. This drug may delay it...
Ah, it was the palliative bloke who said, it may delay death possibly for months but *not* for years.
We'll try the drug, despite the usual pages of possible but unlikely side effects
Far more interesting: I've finally shared a shower with an attractive young woman.
Not as exciting as it sounds when she's a fully dressed nurse and I'm a weary old man.but still an an exciting fantasy to tick off my to-do list:-)
Last night I was pleased to think that there's nothing more the hospital can do for me but at least I can now go home. Except that deb is all worried about making the house safe for me.
So, imstuck in hospital for...several more days.
Sigh :-(
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