I have a massive decision to make by tomorrow morning.
Spoke to Prof Bridgewater tonight on teams. He is just the most wonderful oncologist, honestly the only person who has given me any hope at all in this utter farce.
He has said if I stay here it’s basically a death sentence, maybe a few weeks, probably less. They have clearly decided I’m not for chemo and perhaps I might find I need to accept that and maybe that’s best because I get to be comfortable at home with my family. He also disagrees with their mode of stenting.
Alternative, I go to London tomorrow. Get bed in Harley Street. His surgeon stents me on Friday and all being ok, chemo starts next week. Absolutely no guarantees as he agrees the latest CT scan is really really bad. But it’s a chance. It’s more than I have here.
So it’s a peaceful(ish) death at home or a chance or perhaps life and time (or also maybe death) in London.
My friend has said we can stay with her, well Kerr will as I will be in hospital although he’ll be with me mostly I imagine. I would just have to try to fly commercial as it’s too much juggling to organise private flights by tomorrow and would ask for wheelchair assistance and get a car to and from airport of course.
I just do not know what to do. Hardest decision of my life. Should I just go? Would my family always wonder what if? Jacob’s gut feeling is to go, but he just wants me to live, my mum is on the fence as she see’s how ill I am. Kerr is for going as he just can’t bear the futility of the situation here. I’m in a total flummox.