guys day 6

Gutted that Ghana missed out on an historic win last night – I was wanting to hear the singing from Dalston to Durban. The world would have sung, “sing sing Africa” – ahh but there you go, that’s football for ‘ya…can be such a cruel and unfair thing. Not sure what my day tally is, 5 or 6 I think. Best day of all today, feeling not quite so smacked over the head with mallet. Mel came over and I fell into a wheel chair and we did a kind of sainburys bad steering shopping trolley down the hospital shop for goodies. Whence I managed an Andy and Loo interpretation (little britian) so while mel went one way round the shop, I hopped out and went the other way (and managed to locate barley water)… we sat for half an hour in sunshine and summer breeze, surrounded by lavander bushes and watching a wedding going on. Mad woman with pink mr whippy thing stuck to her head, full of what looked like butterflies bouncing on springs…Jeez, wedding outfits.. wedding hats… whats the deal?
A haematology doctor tried to draw me pictures of whats happening to my cells, and how they are all getting stuck together in the wrong order. I was a bit confused, He confessed coloured pens would have made for clearing understanding. You bet! I am told that the leukaemia is quite early in its travels…which cheers me somewhat, but I also know that once you have it, you have it, so not sure if it makes that much difference. Good thing is I am still reasonably healthy and strong –which I will take in my favour. Still totally gobsmacked at how this has all come about. One minute I am flying down to the studio to work – and the next I am sat on a hospital bed surrounded by consultants telling me that I have acute myeloid leukaemia. I just went blank. Nothing hit home. I just remember saying, “right, ok, what happens now”. All this has happened now.
Not a blogger I am afraid, so ignorant as to how I can comment on your comments. But thanks for them – all round the world, from Sydney, Cape Town, Italy, Peckham and beyond. Please know everyone that all your messages are a real spark to my day – it means a great deal to read your words, short or long. They are really appreciated, and I believe will play a huge part in making my recovery recoverable. Thanks specially to all at LCC, piggy backing off each other! If anyone can put up instructions (Dave Sims maybe?) of how to become a follower and add comments, for those of us whom blogging is just too much of a complicated procedure to get head round, that would be great. I am heading of to bed. Luigi heading back to London tomorrow. Crystal Palace beacon still shines. Some poor woman has been weeping in pain for the last 3 hours, 2 beds away. I hope she manages to get some peaceful sleep.