Just back from Christies where Sean professed himself satisfied with my progress so far. The nurses at Christies will also chase up the physios for me (that's now 3 lots of people trying to get me an appointment!). They're also going to try some special dressings on my scars because they're "hyertropic" (I think). Essentially, they're a bit red and raised. They don't know whether these dressings will work or not but at the end of the day it doesn't matter too much I don't think. I wasn't particularly pretty to look at before the surgery and I'm not particularly pretty to look at after the surgery either (feel free to contradict me to your heart's content on this point). Sean didn't appear to know of the Gerson diet (but then he's not the cancer specialist) but suggested I just eat a "balanced diet". I'll try and nab one of the cancer specialists at my next visit (October) to see what they think.
Sean also wants me to start drinking followed by soups even though they taste awful. Oh well, I suppose I can do that. Here's hoping my tastebuds don't take too long to recover.... J x
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Now that's just fishing for compliments, you fraud. You looked great before but now you're like a whippet; though I've never seen a whippet with a goatee. You look fantastic, and when you get some new slim-line jeans - whoohoo!
Hopefully your taste-buds will soon recover once you start eating again. Which restaurant will you honour for your first meal out, I wonder? Will there be champagne and a cast of thousands, or will it be a cup of coffee and mezze at Dmitri's?
See what a saddo I am; I'd rather discuss food than religion; there are those who would say that food IS my religion but you and I both know it's really shoes...
Keep on healing, lovely boy.
See you soon
Nanny xx
I want a photo!
oooh oooh ... and if you're drinking again, can I lay claim to buying you your first Theatre G n'T. You know a how ain't the same without one...
NOT cabbage soup, especially if you're going to the theatre (fwwwrrrp).
And of course you're gorgeous* and stylish and utterly scrumptious, you shameless tease.
(If you're gorgeous, then I must be filthy. You can't argue with song lyrics).
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