Bosch
I don’t welcome documenting or relating the following, (and it screws up the joy and positivity to be found elsewhere on the site) BUT … well … the following has to be expressed and said.
The biggest thing?
No. It’s not the cancer.
It’s not even the bodged NHS biopsy or the deadly DVT the surgeons caused me after ignoring my pleas for Klexane to placate blood thinning issues while having that wildly invasive surgery.
No. The biggest, most troubling thing I’ve been dealing with, (now into its fourth year), is the fact that my very own immediate Bridport family have abandoned me since finding out I had inoperable prostate cancer.
OK. I’m over it now but, at a time in my life where I was having major surgical, medical and psychological challenges, just a comforting word, a shared sentiment or the reassurance of a held hand could have spared me so much anxiety and trepidation; instead of which I had the heartbreak of knowing that my own family didn’t care about me – on top of that anxiety and trepidation. 🙁
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