A surprise telephone call from the Medical Centre this morning! Dr C wants to come round to see me to find out how things are going. That’s a first! He turns up within ten minutes of the call.
I think he is as shocked at the diagnosis as I am. He had been to see me initially when I was taken ill and had not expected this outcome. He is very understanding and tells me I should call into the surgery if there are any problems. He agrees I shouldn’t be going into work because of the risks of infection; that could set me back weeks in the treatment.
It's embarrassing when I take him into the lounge; the new suite hasn’t arrived yet and we are using garden chairs! It reminds me of the time when Daniel was a few months old; the health visitor came round to our house in Maidenhead but we had no furniture and were living out of suitcases. We had recently returned from South Africa and all our stuff was still at the depot because of a lorry driver’s strike. I was explaining the situation to her when she suddenly looked around the room and announced: “ I remember this place.” She had been our tenant while we were abroad!
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