Saw the surgeon today but my bum is too sore for him to inspect so I’m booked for an examination April 13.
‘Tis a day procedure that will determine the direction of surgery. If the tumour is too close to the back door then the worst case scenario is a permanent bag which sadly, is not the nice leather variety that we girlies sling over our arms.
No, I’ll have my very own personal pooh bag, just like dogs do when they’re out on walks, only mine will be with me 24/7 and unfortunately I won’t have an owner who will empty it for me. I’m pretty sure M’darlink’s love will only go so far.
So where’s the upside in all of this? Well, it’ll reduce my visits to the loo and I’ll still be here to give you all the shits, so that’s surely gotta be a good thing?