#49 Christmas and beyond

With Christmas in two sleeps time it’s looking pretty good that my first wife will experience Christmas 2021. That gets a big as ‘Fuck Yeah!’.

We’re keen as on this one and Christmas has always been my first wife’s favourite holiday, as it has mine.

Merry Christmas to all our family, friends, friends of friends, readers and subscribers. We genuinely hope you have an awesome Christmas and get to spend quality time with ya loved ones.

Bit of a quick turn around between blogs, this one aye. Unfortunately.

Yesterday was Chernobyl Day but before that we had an appointment with our surgeon Peter Yuide who we’d been chatting to a bit ‘cos Marjana’s being a little bit shit with pain and fatigue.

Her blood tests came back with her having some liver issues with bile causing her grief and the fact she now looks as yellow as the yellow wiggle but a way worse singer. Probably more of a Simpsons yellow, which, if I think about it may be karma for me not getting that M tattoo touched on in the previous blog.

Also that due to her hardly being of the healthiest human specimen right now, having further bowel again is pretty much off the table as she ain’t healthy enough to recover. Talking about if she were to need a stoma bag.

It’s her liver that’s making her all yellow and shit as is clear as in the blood test results.

On a positive, he envisages she will probably end up dying from liver failure rather than another cancer related issue and that the liver option is by far the better way to die. So ‘Fuck Yeah’, I think.

Marjana asked how long he thinks she has to left to live and his reply was memorable for the wrong reason.

We were told she will see Christmas and the New Year, but not much longer than that.

I’ll just let that sink in for a bit…

Basically, anything more than 10 sleeps is pretty much a bonus. Ok, in first wife sleep world, that’s probably about 40 sleeps if I count all her sleeps in a day.

We went over to chemo with a few chocolates and some liquid gifts with bubbles for all the nurses, volunteers and a couple of doctors. Those nurse sheilas must’ve thought we really didn’t want to part with the gifts as were crying as we handed the bags over.

Peter the good cunt got a bottle of cognac though. Funny how the one we trust and like the most who often gives us bad news like ‘ya gunna die soon’ gets rewarded best, or at least appreciated most.

Although we started the day at 9.15am and left the cancer centre about 5.30pm, the actual chemo didn’t eventuate due to the liver shit.

Poor ol’ first wife had an urgent ultrasound that afternoon and had to fast for six hours. Tell ya what though, it’s the first time she done anything fast for fucken ages, man.

Saw our oncologist who I’m not allowed to call a gnome even though he looks like one and he even said the cancer hadn’t reacted to the chemo like he hoped.

Saw the palliative care doctor again and he’s like a real nice as dude man.

It looks like the liver issue may have been why my snorting laugher has been fighting continual fevers and fatigue for so long. Because of the bile and related shit we’re hoping an option eventuates either this Wednesday or New Years Eve.

I can’t remember what it’s called but they go down through the throat and put a stent in her liver to alleviate the liver not doing live shit problem. That’ll depend on a few things lining up like firstly surviving till then, being healthy enough, doctor and theatre availability etc.

Also depends on COVID and that gets it’s own line because the world is fucked up now because of it and hospitals are no different.

Coming to terms with possibly only having a couple weeks left to live ain’t real cool.

And yeah we know… we ain’t giving up, gunna fight like a mongrel, aware it hasn’t happened yet, hoping to prove our good mate wrong (as is he) etc.

Quote of the day:

Oncologist: You may find you get itchy and feel agitated.

Me: Agitated? Fuck, I reckon you’ve had this condition since ya married me wife.

Like a good little first wifey, she’s upset more about me than her and I’m more upset about her.

I’m gunna finish on a quote of the day and yes, we know she ain’t fucken dead yet and not trying to make y’all depressed or feel sorry for us.

Talking to our local parish priest, Father Ashley…

Marjana: I hope I get into heaven. I think I will.

Father Ashley: Oh don’t you worry about that Marjana. You are a beautiful person with such strong faith. It’s lovely.

Me: You got so much faith wife, you gunna be right up there in the top part.

It was so nice though to hear Father Ashley recognise her connection to God and confirm the fact I married a beautiful person.

I don’t feel like writing much right now to be honest so will finish by saying we’ve all lost loved ones, but fuck man, this one’s gunna hurt.