Today was our monthly visit to see Dr. McHottie. Julia and myself went along with his fan club of my daughter Yvonne and my two nieces Karen and Joanne (though Jo proclaims her innocence at having really drooled when she saw him. I know for a fact we were an age getting her jaw off the floor when she heard the accent that first day.)
I took along a box of sweets for the staff ( yes I know, very healthy, but it is Christmas) and a copy of Ju’ s book he’d asked to see. Ju was weighed and she’s gained a kilo since August which though progress wasn’t the news I was hoping to hear. She was wearing two of everything ( no, not bra’s) because of the biting cold in today’s sub-zero temperatures. I reckon that lot must have weighed in at a kilo on their own.
Anyhoo, he checked the bloods that were taken yesterday and said they were OK, no sign of anaemia. He asked about the digestion problems she suffers but the last change of medication seems to have increased the appetite slightly and helped with digestion and lastly he asked about pain. Ju explained that the worst pain is now covered by some extra morphine prescribed by the MacMillan Nurse. He was happy at that and suggested since we know the tumour is still growing but that there’s no immediate discomfort we don’t make a new appointment for next month but leave it until Ju decides she needs to see him. Ju took this quite bravely but asked whether it would be possible for our nieces to see him next month regardless of her. He looked puzzled until I added, “It’s only you the fan club come to see anyway.” I told him there are all manner of nicknames bandied about on my blog for him because of the girls. The was a matching glow in the room despite the chill outside, his cheeks and Karen’s a perfect match. He laughed out loud.
We left on a high note knowing he’s pleased to see Ju doing so well despite not being able to offer treatment or hope. I dare say after the afternoon’s revelations he’s booked a seat back to his home Country for Christmas and will be relieved he got away unscathed. As we exited the Hospital the girls were laughing together, “Perhaps if we……………she’ll need to see him soon” I heard. If I were Julia I’d start to worry.