Druk
Gone but not forgotten - RIP
- Joined
- May 28, 2004
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- Not far from Edinburgh.
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- 2011 S212 E350CDi. 1981 R107 300TurboDiesel.
What follows is very difficult for me to write but will come out in the wash sooner or later so might as well come from the horses mouth.
On Jan 17th I was admitted to the Western General Hospital in Edinburgh with (ostensibly) severe constipation. After lots of medication and tests it transpired that my liver was over-producing Ascites fluid, this was gathering in my stomach cavity and pressing shut the lower bowel. Bingo. They drained 6 1/2 ltrs of this fluid from my cavities and that at least gave some relief.
As I was lying there the curtain got flung open and there stood the Consultant who had been treating me for years but entirely separately for COPD. Strange?
Long story short...he had been waiting for 'something to develop' in my case and this was his moment.
The liver over-production of Ascites fluid et al was a by product of a small tumour on the Plura of my lung with attendant swelling. This had suddenly decided that now was the time to be making its presence felt and had transferred a part of itself to my Peritoneal cavity. Oh! thank you God.
Lots of drains, biopsies and Cat scans later I got transferred to the Respiratory ward. Strange place for someone with Constipation.
The long shot of this was that I was released back home last Friday after nearly four weeks but with a confirmed diagnosis of Mesothelioma Asbestosis.
As any fool knows this has a certain inevitability about it but, as yet, we don't know what/when that will be.
So...no more Mods duties for moi since on any given day I'm mostly fatigued beyond belief. The weather here is too bad to go for even a short walk which is contrary to a short term recovery. I'm eating and pooping well so that's good although have lost over a stone so look like something off of Steptoe's cart.
There are a select few on here who are already aware of this and a couple of you have been good enough to travel great distances to visit which is of inestimable value to myself. Others have been a shoulder to cry on, sometimes at the most ridiculous of early hours. You also know who you are. Thank-you.
Hoping to update this thread if the opportunity and excuse present themselves.
Watch this space.
Derek.
On Jan 17th I was admitted to the Western General Hospital in Edinburgh with (ostensibly) severe constipation. After lots of medication and tests it transpired that my liver was over-producing Ascites fluid, this was gathering in my stomach cavity and pressing shut the lower bowel. Bingo. They drained 6 1/2 ltrs of this fluid from my cavities and that at least gave some relief.
As I was lying there the curtain got flung open and there stood the Consultant who had been treating me for years but entirely separately for COPD. Strange?
Long story short...he had been waiting for 'something to develop' in my case and this was his moment.
The liver over-production of Ascites fluid et al was a by product of a small tumour on the Plura of my lung with attendant swelling. This had suddenly decided that now was the time to be making its presence felt and had transferred a part of itself to my Peritoneal cavity. Oh! thank you God.
Lots of drains, biopsies and Cat scans later I got transferred to the Respiratory ward. Strange place for someone with Constipation.
The long shot of this was that I was released back home last Friday after nearly four weeks but with a confirmed diagnosis of Mesothelioma Asbestosis.
As any fool knows this has a certain inevitability about it but, as yet, we don't know what/when that will be.
So...no more Mods duties for moi since on any given day I'm mostly fatigued beyond belief. The weather here is too bad to go for even a short walk which is contrary to a short term recovery. I'm eating and pooping well so that's good although have lost over a stone so look like something off of Steptoe's cart.
There are a select few on here who are already aware of this and a couple of you have been good enough to travel great distances to visit which is of inestimable value to myself. Others have been a shoulder to cry on, sometimes at the most ridiculous of early hours. You also know who you are. Thank-you.
Hoping to update this thread if the opportunity and excuse present themselves.
Watch this space.
Derek.
