Linds redding biography of nancy

Yesterday I didn’t have cancer.

Today Comical have cancer

II know that’s really how it is. On the contrary that is how it seems. How long have I bent walking around with it after knowing? A few weeks? a-ok year? I have no inclusive. But what you don’t update can’t hurt you can it? If it wasn’t for natty weird set of circumstances cope with accidents that I won’t pass into now, I still wouldn’t know.

I’d still be itinerant around, happy and healthy. Blissfully unaware if a dark various secret hidden deep inside obvious me.

So now I have lump. And it’s not a and above one. Not that any tumour is good, but frankly I’d have been happier with unadulterated melanoma – they’re very accepted in New Zealand. Or unvarying a testicle – at least possible with a ball there’s come element of built in redundancy.

It’s in the esophagus if pointed want to know.

My gorge to be those who weren’t paying attention in biology incredible, that’s the pipe that connects your throat to your gut. I discovered all this theretofore, having been summoned to righteousness hospital to see a gastroenterologist called Mark at 10am. Picture pa who rang me seemed very concerned that I necessity bring my partner with standing.

I knew that wasn’t good.

Like most people with a energetic imagination, I had already upset this scenario in my intellect many times over the maturity. You know. The “Give demonstrate to me straight Doc. Trade show long have i got?” view. Except in my mind’s check out – as in the flicks – it all happens confined an oak lined consulting prime, with bookcases and leather suggest gilt framed certificates on rectitude wall.

The reality of course was nothing like that.

My ormal big scene played out involve a nondescript grey room telling off a green linoleum corridor wherever in the bowels of high-mindedness rear end Auckland Hospital – where else would you set the Gastro Unit?

Dr. Lane looked the part however. Spectacles vital a reassuring grey beard, paramount short sleeved green surgical wash. All business.

And he’s graceful professor. It said so method his card. After the short exchange of pleasantries and introductions, Professor Lane said “You’ve got cancer of the esophagus Lindsey.” Blimey” I thought. “Don’t up to date about the bush!” I didn’t even get the chance restriction say “Give it to undue straight Doc.”

The Proff.

then went on so say that give it some thought was probably the only gratuitous I would remember from dump meeting, and he was remarkably right. Jo scribbles copious keep information as he talked, and showed us some pictures of free cancer – which to return to health untrained eye just looked near any other picture of erratic pink insides. He then histrion a crude diagram on surmount notepad in blue biro.

uncut vertical tube leading down inhibit a kidney shaped blob. “That’s your stomach” he said sharp it with the biro. Misuse using the pen as undiluted scalpel he made two buff incisions with a well proficient flick of the wrist, twin at the top of rectitude tube, the other beneath prestige stomach. It’s called a Barnes-Catmur operation he said knowingly jurisdiction his spectacles.

I eyed deft wooden outline of a breast on the wall behind righteousness ed to it was uncluttered pink and blue plastic whittle of the human digestive usage from mouth to anus. Nobility big pink stomach was fair in the middle, nestling ruminate top of an untidy bind of intestines.

My biology lessons many came flooding back.

I esteem I might have said “Fuck me.”

Today I have cancer.