On Wednesday I’m due to go into hospital for another short stay, my first and hopefully only one of 2017. Just another day in the life of a stage 4 cancer patient! This time it’s not for Immunotherapy, but for an operation to remove the piece of metal that is protruding from my head and causing me pain. In my post Not Just In My Head I wrote about how my craniotomy scar has caused me a lot of pain over the years, and finally finding out why this was a few months ago. After a couple of consultations and different scans, it appears that the rogue piece of metal is a surgical staple or crainial fixer that was originally used to connect two pieces of bone in my skull back together after my brain tumour removal in 2010. Naturally there shouldn’t be anything poking out of my head! I could try to leave this as it is, however the area around the scar site swells up intermittently, so needs to be dealt with to stop causing me pain.
Last week I went to a pre-operative assessment appointment at the John Radcliffe Hospital in Oxford. During the visit I had various tests to make sure I am fit and well enough for surgery, including an ECG, MRSA swabs and blood tests. One of the nurses in the Nuerology outpatients clinic explained the whole procedure to me, and gave my a swag bag to take home with mouthwash, antiseptic cleanser and nasal ontiment in preparation for surgery. Being a bit of a pro and major operations I had used these before so wasn’t particularly phased by the procedures. The smell of the antiseptic cleanser reminds me of hospitals so I’m sure I will fit right in. Although the operation requires general anaesthetic it’s isn’t major surgery, such as having a tumour removed, it isn’t a life or death situation, but it’s certainly not common or without risks. I am also pretty sure it isn’t supposed to happen! In an odd way I’m looking forward to getting it over with so I can finally lean on both sides of my head again.
Back in February I returned to the John Radcliffe hospital for perhaps only the second time since my major surgery at the end of 2010. During my consultation I saw the surgeon who performed my original operation, a man essentially credited for saving my life at the time. He explained the removing the fixer is a fairly straightforward procedure, which is always good to know, but that it wasn’t your every day occurrence. I’m not sure what has caused it, but these random things always seem to happen to me, so I’ve learnt not to be shocked. I always seem to be reminded that I am ‘not the norm’. The Surgeon asked how I had been since I last saw him, and remarked that I looked well, to which I responded ‘well, I am still alive so that a bonus’. A bonus indeed given the dire prognosis I had, expecting the surgery might buy me more time, a few months at best rather than years.
Often my hospital stays are not planned, so at least this time I am able to pack and overnight bag. I’m really glad I will be seeing my old Surgeon for the operation, it makes me feel much calmer knowing that he knows my case and isn’t just going in there blind. More often that not I’ve found myself in an A&E hospital bed with no clean clothes or a phone charger, so planning ahead feels like a bonus. There is nothing worse than feeling unprepared and uninformed.
I keep reminding myself it’s just a short hospital stay and a few stitches so I am hoping I will feel fine by the weekend. Now I’m off to remove my nail varnish in preparation.