To cut a long story short, my dad was in hospital at the beginning of August having major surgery for baldder cancer. Half way through the surgery the robot, which they were using for the surgery, malfunctioned and they had to finish manually.
He was in Guys hospital for 3 weeks. He came home and 5 days later was taken ill again and was taken to the local hospital near where he lives.
Its all very complicated but about 3 weeks ago they told him he had terminal caner of the spine and pelvis and that they didnt know how long he had left. Naturally all 8 grandchildren were told and we have been picking up the pieces.
The doctors were never available to talk to so in the end I contacted their MP and I kid you not, I got a reply within 5 mins of my email going off to them.
As a result and a bit more pressure from PALS, we finally got to speak to the doctors. They then told us that they had made a mistake and misdiagnosed and that having told my dad 3 weeks earlier that he was goin to die, that he now isnt and that he has arthitis instead.
It has been appalling and we ( well I am not) are not done with this yet. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions and a catalogue of incompetency by the hospital (not GUYS) in non-communication. They have apologised for the mistake, but at which point were they going to tell my father. If I had not contacted their MP we might still have been waiting.
I have also been dog sitting , and will be, until christmas, a 3 year old Doberman, called Nico, whose owner is finding a new house in central London, so what with always being up the hospital and setting a routine for the hound and also preparing the garden for chickens, I have been very busy. My new music studio arrived as well. Sorry everyone.
lorna
