Clinically I should be in hospital. After very strong chemotherapy which totally wiped out my white blood cells, I contracted shingles/chicken pox, something my body could not withstand.without an immune system. I spent, so I am told, about a week in intensive care. I was in and out of consciousness – then transferred to another high dependency ward. I think I was in a catatonic state for some time.
Medically the best care should have been in hospital but in all other respects I have been in hell. This blog must be short as I am very ill. It is better to be at home regardless of outcome as the degradation I was suffering was frightening and despite my family’s best efforts, it was impossible to secure my physical and mental wellbeing when they could not be with me.
With great difficulty I managed to discharge myself from hospital yesterday. Ray got me into a wheelchair and we made our escape. Security at first resisted by preventing Ray from bringing in my clothes. It took absolute determination to counter medical arguments but I was being reduced to a frightened shell. I won’t write any more now but gradually if I do get stronger I shall explain.