The 11th Floor

The plastic surgery department of the Lister Hospital is on the 11th floor, so of course the pump decided to emit a loud farting sound in the silent, crowded lift! During today’s appointment with the people we are growing to know so well, David had the gauze dressing in the cavity removed and replaced; it resembled a magician at work, retrieving a seemingly endless line of knotted handkerchiefs from his pocket. David has quite a big hole in his leg, which has been left open to allow the vacuum pump to do its work.  I did have a look inside and it’s not for the squeamish. The surgeon who carried out the lymph node dissection came to have a look; he advised us that the pump could be in place for as long as six weeks, so no more golf for a while. Tomorrow he has a phone appointment with Mount Vernon to discuss his cancer drugs, and then it’s back to the Lister on Friday. Not quite how we hoped to be spending our retirement!