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I need Valium

My youngest daughter had called me in tears. She wanted me home. She couldn’t understand what was taking so long and why she couldn’t visit. I made the mistake of telling her I would be home the following day after surgery. 842 more words


I'm radioactive

The week was passed with visits from lovely family and friends. Drops being put in my eye four times a day from the lovely nurses at Moorfields. 451 more words


Welcome to Moorfields

This was my first visit to Moorfields eye hospital, and it was going to be a long one.  We arrived at Old Street station and followed the green line that is painted on the floor from the station to the hospital entrance. 671 more words


Liver mets guy

A couple of days later I was making the now familiar journey up to London to finally meet my oncologist (Liver mets guy-not eye). And to receive the dreaded MRI results. 608 more words


Welcome to your first MRI

I was being treated with kid gloves by everyone. Just in case I broke. What they didn’t know was that I already felt broken. Inside. Ruined and diseased. 729 more words


All just a blur

I’m not sure how we ended up on a train platform. I don’t remember catching the tube, but suddenly we were standing at Vauxhall or Clapham. 602 more words


The Plan

“O.K. it’s very small, that’s a good sign.” It was 8mms round by 1.2mms deep. Tiny. About the size of the end of a pencil. Put the end of a pencil up to your eye and it suddenly looks quite big. 754 more words