Brenda’s Funeral Arrangements

A number of people have asked me for information concerning Brenda’s funeral arrangements. After deliberating with Teddy and India we have decided to hold a funeral service at St Mary’s Church, Kippington Road, Sevenoaks at 2pm on the 20th September. This will be followed by a private cremation.

Due to access issues we need to limit the service to invited friends only. We are not proposing to have an event after the service but, will hopefully be holding a larger event in London in the coming months to celebrate Brenda’s life.

Love Trend, Teddy and India

Go your own Way

This will be the last post on Brenda’s Blog. As some of you may know we planned as usual to make our trip to our home in Nova Scotia. Ten days before we were due to leave Brenda was admitted to the Hampshire Clinic for the treatment of an infection. We got her well enough to make the trip, packed up our seventeen day’s worth of TPN and made the trip across the Atlantic.

It was great to see Brenda’s Mom and our friends in our little community of Hubbards. During the week Brenda handled the final stages of the appointment for a new Chair for the England and Wales Cricket Board. How could it be a holiday without a phone clamped to the side of her head. That settled, we relaxed into a pattern of meeting up with friends and a trip to Halifax to see cousins with aid of a wheelchair. Midway through the second week I became anxious about a change in Brenda’s behaviour. A call to England suggested that it might be a problem with her kidneys. Her condition continued to deteriorate and by the time we made the return trip home she was pretty confused, shaky and frankly hard work.

A plan was put in place for me to whisk her down to Basingstoke and we were there by Monday lunchtime. A scan revealed the problem with her kidneys, and I received the shocking news that this was likely to be the terminal episode in the sad saga of her cancer. Teddy arrived from Oxford and spent the night with her in what was to be a marathon stint of ten consecutive nights.

On Tuesday we left Basingstoke and Brenda was admitted to the Hospice in the Weald for end-of-life care. When we arrived, she was at a low ebb. Thirty minutes into her stay she had a haemorrhage. With that staunched, a fairly shell-shocked Doctor informed us that it was likely that Brenda would lapse into a coma and probably take her leave within twenty-four hours.

So began a twelve-day stint of round the clock visits. Teddy taking the nights and the rest of us filling the days. A change of medication was prescribed instead of the oral morphine that had been the mainstay of her being able to function.  Two days later it seemed that Brenda’s kidneys had slowly cleared the poisons that were clouding her mind. What a joy it was that she returned to us. 

Whilst the staff kept Brenda pain free, the constant output from wounds in her abdomen were the main cause for concern in keeping her comfortable. Time after time the dressings would fail, the changing of them causing her pain and distress. These wounds have been with us for a year and very few people would have been aware that when she made it up to London it was with a patchwork of wound bags. 

At this stage Brenda’s old University friend Jeanette, aka ‘The Bomber’ arrived from Ontario to add to our number. It was a great fillip, and I shall be eternally grateful to her for this initiative.  

The time passed and we maintained our vigil. Then yesterday there was gear shift. A doctor told me that we were back to the day one scenario and that time was most likely to be short. Teddy and India both had some alone time with Brenda and Bonzo was able to snuggle up to her feet. 

Jeanette volunteered to take the night shift and I left Brenda with a kiss. At about ten to three I got a call from Jeanette to say Brenda was ailing and that time was short. I jumped in the car but, arrived shortly after Brenda had passed.

Jeanette and I spent some time with Brenda and she explained that the nurse had urged her to keep talking to Brenda as the end approached. ‘I talked to her about paddling in your Cove in Nova Scotia saying that we were all there including Bonzo swimming in the water.’ With this image in her mind, she took her leave.

After a teary morning we have been mooching about texting and messaging friends and relatives. I opened my Facebook and the image at the top of this post popped up on my feed. You keep paddling Brenda. Thank you for our life together and the impact you have made on this world. 

Brenda Trenowden 15th July 1967 – 29th August 2022

U got the look

We’ve been flying under the radar of late, concentrating on consolidating on positive improvement. Today the makeup came out for the first time. We have to pop back to Basingstoke next week for a day procedure and maybe an overnight stay but, otherwise things are looking up.

Many thanks for all the messages, calls, treats and visits.

Future’s So Bright I Gotta Wear Shades

We’ve been lying doggo this week. Brenda has not been up to speaking to people and/or looking at her phone. We neither of us had much to say, in truth. It has been a hard, hard stretch. Depressing, sad and at times quite dark. Some respite yesterday as Brenda spent much of the day sleeping. She is finally catching up on a string of tortuous, sleepless nights. Then, this morning I received a message saying ‘Bring my sunglasses.’ Hello, I thought, that sounds positive. Since then, they have been employed shading the bright lights and dizzying excitement of the clinic’s car park. It has been good to get outside and feel this pleasant March sun we’ve been enjoying. Fingers crossed for a good weekend and then, hopefully, we’ll be nearing the home straight next week.

Hump de Bump

Day four is often a ‘hump’ day in intensive care and so it has been. Having the safety net of the epidural removed has caused a certain amount of anxiety. The complex nature of the operation has resulted in a large wound and several smaller ones. Today Brenda is very aware of them and the fear of more pain as the pain meds are adjusted she finds frightening. She may be tough on the outside but, she is not on the inside. Panic on the dance floor might be something for the disco but, panic in the ICU is not what we want. We’ve had some tears but, the ICU staff has done their best to allay her fears about pain management going forward. We should be out of here tomorrow and back to our friends on the ward.

Doctor! Doctor!

A big shout out to Brendan Moran and his team for patching up our very own Steve Austin/ Jaime Sommers…better than she was before, better, stronger, faster. Well, something like that.

It has been a big, complicated and ‘dangerous’ operation. Brendan, our surgeon, is always guarded. He isn’t the sort to say…it was tricky but, it was fine. He is more of a…it was very difficult, and we’re pleased with what we have been able to achieve…kinda guy.

I have a broad brush idea of what they have been able achieve and all seems positive. Brenda is her usual indomitable self giving me a gentle scolding on a myriad list of things whilst drifting in and out of Fetanyl-land.

As ever, I can’t thank everyone enough. One of the few perks of doing this for the fourth time is that we know our team of wonderful nurses. I’ve been texted through the night on Brenda’s return to consciousness.

Love in the First Degree, Bananarama

Today is the first full day of Trend’s TPN (intravenous nutrition) training. For 5 hours today, he practiced washing his hands (like a surgeon), putting on sterile gloves, maintaining a sterile environment, setting the IV pump, and connecting and disconnecting my IV line. If that’s not Love, what is?

This is our new normal.  I will need to be connected for 12 hours of TPN 5 nights a week as I am no longer able to take on nutrition through eating.  Other than the connection and disconnection, it’s not a big deal.  I will typically have it overnight and the IV bag and pump are in a backpack that I can carry around with me or put on the floor next to me.  It will take some getting used to, but if it gives me the calories and nutrition I need, I will adjust.  And, I have a lovely nurse to help me with it!

I’ll Find My Way Home

Hillary and I finally came home today after almost 6 weeks in the hospital.  It’s been a long haul but the wonderful team of doctors and nurses at Basingstoke have done a good job of getting me back on my feet and building up my strength.  I put on 10 kilos during my stay, thanks to intravenous nutrition (TPN).  Tomorrow I will start having TPN at home.  A nurse will come to train Trend and me so that we are able to do it ourselves.  It means that each evening, I will have a 12-hour drip of all of the calories and nutrition that I need as I am not really able to eat anymore.  My tummy has got to a point of being very big and uncomfortable which is normal for this disease.

As a result, I will be back at the Hampshire Clinic in two weeks’ time for another operation major like the previous three.  Mr Moran will take out as many of the tumours as he can as well as all of the gel and part of my bowel.  However, we are still waiting for the transplant, so if organs come up in the meantime, I will go straight to the transplant surgery.  If not, this will give me some relief while I continue to wait.  I am a difficult match for organs, so it will take some time.

I can’t really describe how I feel about the upcoming surgery.  As I know what to expect, part of me is really dreading it.   However, as I am very uncomfortable and it’s getting worse by the day, the other part of me is looking forward to the relief of having the tumours and gel taken out.  It will be complicated, particularly as it’s my 4th and there will be a lot of scar tissue, but we really don’t have much choice.  I’m lucky that I have such a good surgeon who will do the best he can do.

In the meantime, thank you for all of your kind messages and good wishes.  I’m sorry if I don’t reply to all of them or if I’m not always up to a chat.  I have good days and bad days and I have to just go with the flow.

A Boy Named Sue (and Sandra)

We are still waiting for the various entities providing Brenda’s home nutrition (TPN) to come together. With no official word from anyone, this seems as distant a prospect as it did three weeks ago.

Today we arrived at the five weeks in Basingstoke landmark. It is a mark of the toll that this stay has taken, that those keeping us entertained appear to have completely ‘lost it’. (We love you Linsdells).

The one thing we know for sure is that Brenda will have an interim operation on the 14th March (not a transplant). We are hoping for a TPN miracle to get home for a few days before we are back here for that.

Love Like Blood

As we trickle through the home nutrition set-up process Brenda is still at the clinic in Basingstoke. There has been a lot of tinkering under the bonnet, infection-fighting, tweaking levels of sodium, iron and this and that. Today she had a small blood transfusion so she should be bouncing off the walls just about now. She needs to have a Hickman line inserted next week and if all goes to plan we are hoping, with everything crossed, that we will get her home a week tomorrow.

Today we had a long chat with Brendan the surgeon and he has a short term plan to take the pressure of the wait for a transplant.

It has been a long haul this time and Brenda will have been in hospital for longer than any of her past operations. The dog is well and truly fed up with the regime and greets me every evening with a raised eyebrow, head propped on one paw, drumming the ground with the other.

Bernie and the Jets (sic)

10 days on and we are in a much better place than we were. To make sure we don’t find ourselves in this situation again Brenda is moving to Total Parenteral Nutrition (TPN). Setting up the TPN from home is proving a torturous and lengthy process and as a result, we are stranded in limbo at The Hampshire Clinic in Basingstoke. A Groundhog Day existence of me driving backwards and forwards to spend the day and Brenda wiling away the hours in between. Many thanks for all the emails, cards and messages and the Sandra Morning Coffee video which may go on to break the internet one day.

Never Gonna Give You Up

Neither of us has really felt up to a blog post as we’ve had a pretty gloomy few weeks. However, to keep friends ‘in the know’ here is an update. It has been increasingly apparent that Brenda has been on a downward spiral and that trying to keep her going at home was just not working. We appealed to our lifesaver, Mr Moran, and a day later Brenda was readmitted to the Hampshire Clinic for a cocktail of blood, vitamins and total parenteral nutrition. Hopefully, a few days of this TLC will redirect the direction of travel of the handbasket we find ourselves in. We both have an overwhelming sense of relief that people who understand her case are back on board. As a result, we both had an unbroken night’s sleep for the first time in months. I think that by early next week she should be more her old self and that more normal comms should be reestablished.   

‘A Good Heart’ by Feargal Sharkey

As the lyrics go, ‘a good heart these days is hard to find’ but hopefully a good bowel is a bit easier to locate.  As of today, I am ‘active’ on the transplant list for a new bowel and abdominal wall.   

I feel very fortunate to have been approved for this pioneering surgery.  The transplant team at the Churchill Hospital in Oxford have been working with the colorectal surgeons from Basingstoke (led by my very own ‘Mr. Moran’) to do these transplants for a number of years. To date, they have done about 14 for pseudomyxoma patients.  It’s not at all straightforward, each one is very different including the number of organs transplanted, and we aren’t expecting a cure but, it could provide a new lease on life. We have been warned of the many risks and of the reality of living with a transplant.  We have been told that there is a chance that my quality of life may be worse rather than better.  However, my disease is progressing and my kidney (I only have one) and bladder are already being compromised by tumours as are my legs, so I am pleased to have this option. 

For those of you who are on social media, you will have seen that I was in hospital last week. The tumours in my abdomen have gone into overdrive of late compromising the function of my ‘waterworks’. Last week I had an operation to try to relieve the pain and constant discomfort that has become a part of my everyday life. If I’m off-camera on calls it is because I’m struggling to find a comfortable position to take them. It is difficult for me to sit upright, stand or walk for any length of time.  I’m hoping that it will calm down in time and that I will get used to this new normal as it’s currently quite limiting.  I’ve been housebound for the past couple of weeks other than my trips to the hospital.  I am going to try some short excursions this weekend and see how I get on.

In the meantime, I have my mobile phone fully charged and at my side and my hospital bag is packed.  When it happens, the surgery will take place at the Churchill Hospital in Oxford with both teams of surgeons, and I can expect to be in hospital for at least 6 weeks.  We have no idea how long it will take for the right organs to become available.  The average waiting time is 4 months, but it could be sooner, or it could take longer.

Until then, I am trying to carry on as usual as best I can.  I’m still working, albeit on reduced hours, and I’m trying to stay busy but well-rested.  We’ll keep you posted.

Groove is in the Heart

Dancing with a group of girlfriends to ‘Groove is in the Heart’ a week ago served to re-fill my resilience tanks just as they were getting quite low.  It’s been a challenging past few weeks as I have had one abscess after another open up along my wound (counting 4 in total now) due to an infection in my abdomen that was forcing its way out.  The result is that I have 4 open holes in my abdomen that need to be covered by wound bags or neo-natal stoma bags, they are all close to each other and close to my main stoma, which is a challenge in terms of fit and therefore I’m experiencing a lot of leakage which is messy, awkward and inconvenient to say the least.  The good news, according to my team at the Hampshire Clinic, is that the large deposit of infection/gel is completely independent of my digestive system and it’s not affecting me otherwise (no fever or illness) and therefore it’s not a worry.  However, the growing disease in my tummy means that the wounds are unlikely to heal properly on their own.  As a result, we travelled to Basingstoke yet again on Friday (we’ve been there a lot lately) and ‘Goz’ cut another hole lower down the scar line on my abdomen and inserted a drain which empties into a large bag strapped to my leg.  I won’t pretend that it was a fun procedure, although Karen, one of my brilliant nurses, kept me occupied joking and chatting throughout.  The hope is that this drain and gravity will encourage the fluid/gel to come out of one place and eventually I may have only one open wound to manage rather than five.  What pushed me over the edge was Goz telling me that my plans for wild swimming are out of the question due to infection risks (as are baths).  It’s not the end of the world, but I think it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  I spent Friday and Saturday feeling tearful, tender, sore and sorry for myself and have shed quite a few tears.  Once again, thanks to my brilliant girlfriends who came round on Saturday to distract me and make me feel better, and my husband who somehow manages to make me still feel attractive in spite all of the bags on my tummy and drain strapped to my leg, I’m starting to get my mojo back.

So, once again, I am getting my head around a ‘new normal’.  I don’t leave the house without a full change of clothes, set of different bags, adhesives, sterile wipes, scissors, etc., and I am learning to cope with managing all of this in a public loo if necessary.  It’s not the end of the world – I’m still able to eat and drink normally and, with the right outfits, no one would know that I have all of these bags that need constant emptying and management.  It’s just frustrating, tiring and annoying.

However, it was all put into perspective just over a week ago when I got the sad news that one of my PMP Survivor friends had lost her battle with the disease.  She was such a bright light and wonderful supporter to all of us that it’s hard to imagine her not being there anymore.  She was far too young and had far too much more to do to leave this world, but in the time that she was here, she made a huge impact on so many people.  It is a reminder to me that while I can take a bit of time to feel sorry for myself with this latest development, get angry, be frustrated and sad, I then need to move on and make the most of my time and my health.  I know that there will be more bumps in the road ahead which I’ll navigate when I come to them.  In the meantime, I’m going to find more opportunities to dance to ‘Groove is in the Heart’ and lots of other great tunes.

Roll With It

I love Steve Winwood and “Roll With It” is just what I’ve had to do over the past couple of weeks and what I will keep doing.  Despite having had 3 of these major operations or MOAS (Mother Of All Surgeries) in less than five years, I’m still having to remind myself that recovery is not a linear process.  The past two weeks have been quite challenging, and I have sometimes felt like I was going in reverse rather than getting better.  However, when I think about it, I realise that I am on less pain relief than I was when I first came home, I am doing much more, and all of my organs and scar tissue are still settling.

I continue to wake up most mornings feeling well-rested and full of energy, but that starts to wane by mid to late afternoon.  I have a side-effect called Tenesmus which I won’t describe in detail, but it involves cramping in the pelvis and this is what kicks in each afternoon and runs through the evening until I take my pain meds at bedtime.  As of today, I am cutting down on the doses of the pain meds and spreading them out from early afternoon until bedtime and so far, it seems to be working…

Last week I eased myself back into work on Tuesday with a focus on meetings in the morning when I feel well and offline work in the afternoon with a nap factored in as well.  I was back at Basingstoke last week to see my consultant for my six-week check-in and he was pleased with how things are healing and also that my left leg is no longer swollen.  He also reminded me that it’s early days and that I shouldn’t worry about still being on pain meds.  Some patients are still in hospital at this stage, so he thought it was great that I managed to recover well enough to go home after two weeks.

Whilst the past couple of weeks have not been easy and a couple of days have been absolutely rock bottom, it’s not all been bad.  I’m managing to do my physiotherapy most days and hope that I will eventually regain strength in my left leg, I am able to sit on my Peloton most days for 20-30 minutes and turn my legs at a basic resistance level, and when the weather has been warm and sunny, I’ve been out for some lovely local walks.  I’ve even managed to have some of my afternoon naps with Bonzo in the garden in the sun.

I’m looking forward to getting out a bit more and also travelling up to London as restrictions ease a bit more in the coming weeks.  I’ve been very nervous to leave the house, not because of Covid, but because of the tenusmus and discomfort.  Now that I have worked out a solution with my pain meds, I may be a bit more mobile and I hope that the discomfort will ease as my insides start to heal.  If not, I’m sure I will find a way to adapt to another ‘New Normal’.  I was able to do so during my chemo, I did so after my ileostomy 17 months ago, and I will do so again.  Like everyone else, I am keen to get back to socialising and to being out and doing things and generally making the most of my time while I can.  As the blog says, “Brendawontbackdown”.

Stayin’ Alive

It was a very emotional homecoming yesterday – being able to physically hug Trend and the children and Bonzo was better than I could have imagined.  I didn’t realise until I got home just how hard this last op and particularly the last week has been psychologically.  The op was a partial success – they managed to fully remove the tumour under my stoma that was protruding from my abdomen and they have repaired the abdominal wall with mesh which will take a few months to fully bed down.    The other tumour, however, in my lower left pelvis, could only be partially removed.  Any further removal would have impacted my bladder and bowel and would have had a significant impact on my quality of life/ability to function.  As a result, I still have some of the uncomfortable symptoms that I went in with, and I have a very swollen left leg due to tumours near the lymph nodes.  It’s slowly coming down and I think with physio and gentle exercise it will eventually return to normal.

Despite these things, I’m physically much stronger than I was after the last op.  I haven’t lost any weight and my surgeon continues to be impressed with my ability to heal and to bounce back.  I also haven’t needed as much pain relief as I did with the previous ops. 

Mentally, however, I think I’m a bit traumatised by the whole thing.  It’s hard to explain, but part of it is of course the fact that I’ve been in the hospital for two weeks without Trend by my side every day as with the previous surgeries.  The other part is knowing that this op was a temporary fix and that we have no idea how fast it will grow again – hopefully, we are talking about years, but we just don’t know.  What we do know is that the next round is likely going to be harder, so I do need to build up my health and fitness and mental resilience again.   The cliché of it being a marathon and not a sprint couldn’t be more true in this case, so I’m going to be very disciplined about building in sufficient recovery time to the ‘training plan’.

I’m also conscious that I don’t just write this blog for me but for others who are also going through cancer or other serious illnesses, so I think it’s important to talk about appearances versus reality.  I am a very glass half full person, I go through life convinced that smiling and putting on a brave face will make things better, and I hate being weak or feeling vulnerable.  As a result, I regularly have people say to me that they were surprised to hear I was unwell as I ‘looked great’ or that they assumed that I had been ‘cured’ or am in ‘remission’.  The reality is that this disease is not going away and that no matter how great I may appear on the outside, and no matter how cheerful my disposition, I’m often struggling on the inside – I just hate to show it.

Finally, as I like to end these blogs on a positive note, I want to pay a huge tribute to the wonderful staff at the Hampshire Clinic who have looked after me so well over the past couple of weeks.  I can’t say enough about the surgeons who operated on me so skilfully (they spent 5 hours just untangling my organs before they could start the procedure), the anaesthetist who kept me pain-free, and the others who all worked on the surgery.  However, I am in awe of all of the nursing staff who looked after me 24/7 with such kindness, care and empathy.  They bathed me and washed my hair when I was unable to do it for myself, held my hands when I took my first shaky steps from the bed to the chair, cleaned me up when I was sick, were so very very gentle in removing the tubes and drains and cannulas and also in taking endless amounts of blood, and they made me smile when I was in floods of tears.  It wouldn’t be right to say that I was in hospital all on my own for those two weeks – I wasn’t.  I had a group of amazing people looking after me and I am so very grateful to each and every one of them. 

I Love My Dog – ‘Cat’ Stevens

Difficult day today 3 drains removed from my abdomen, central line taken out, off intravenous feeding and off fentanyl and on to some v light v bland food.

Left leg still v swollen and heavy which is frustrating but should ease over time.  Big binder to wear around my swollen midsection for the next three months is minor in the scheme of things but also frustrating.

Mentally one week in is always a difficult time – v tired and emotional from lack of sleep in the evenings, reduction of pain meds and reality of the uphill recover journey all kick in around the one week mark. On a positive note, however, I had a lovely visit through the window with Trendy and managed to make a number of people laugh as I took ‘Lucky Dog’ for a walk down the corridor this evening.

Who Let The Dogs Out

…well they sure as hell weren’t letting the Bonzo in much to his dismay. However, we both enjoyed our drive to Old Basing to wave and chat with Brenda through an upstairs window. Despite an uncomfortable night, Brenda looked good and one has to take stock and remember that today is still only day five post-op. It has also passed me by to a degree that she has had two large doses of chemo and this will need to percolate out of her. At the moment it manifests itself in taste. She has a dressing that has caused a blister and her swollen left leg is still being closely monitored. All these horrid things, she a trooper.

Following our visit, a physio session left her tired out and sensibly she went back to bed. We’ve spent an afternoon going back and forth in frustration as her cricket team failed to fire (I blame the SID for not somehow engineering that her husband and son are in the line up). Hopefully, her planned simultaneous online film viewing with Madelaine this evening will be an easier watch.

The clinic can be a bit of a wilderness at the weekend and Sunday will be a bit of a hump day. Meanwhile, we look forward to a successful Ocado delivery Brenda having wrested back the control of the ordering. Thank goodness she is still in control.

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

I hadn’t counted on it raining when I embarked on this morning’s visit. Nor that my presence in the car park would require an ABP being issued to deal with the strange man hanging around the refuse disposal area. Oh for a simple Hazmat Suit. Despite these tribulations, I got to see and talk to Brenda through the window on the phone for half an hour. I was able to drop off some mail and I left her delighting at the news that our Ocado order had all gone wrong without her overseeing things.

No sooner had I arrived home than I received a message with the attached. Brenda being escorted from ICU to her room on the Ward. This seems to have happened in double-quick time. Although as yet she is still totally plumbed into everything and we are still at the baby steps stage.

Oops!…I did it again

Duff information central here. STOP PRESS Brenda’s stoma has not been moved. Somehow muggins here, picked up this snippet of information. When I first spoke to Brenda yesterday I passed on this information. Fuelled by Fentanyl, this sent Brenda into a vortex of confusion which at one stage had one of the nurses believing her stoma had swapped sides. Anyway, let’s strike this from the record for good and celebrate a bit of Brenda that is still intact.

Today Brenda sounded remarkably like herself and as you can see she is looking as good as anyone with something stuck up their nose can. She has spent five hours sitting up in a La Z Boy type chair which is a new and welcome addition to the ICU. I have ‘Facetimed’ her a couple of times and have, despite a couple of false starts, made an appointment for her to have her haircut on the 29th April as ordered. It seems Brenda has started working through her new ‘to do’ list already.

Otherwise there is little to report. This first stage is pretty much riding the wave of the extraordinary trauma such a big operation causes. I shall pop down to give her a wave through the window tomorrow and let’s keep our fingers crossed that her stay remains as uneventful as possible. Thanks to everyone for their heartfelt good wishes and for all the kind offers of help and menu planning. India is immersed in her IB and Teddy is back from University so we are pretty self contained.

‘Nine to Five’

I’ve just spoken to Brenda’s mother in Canada to relay the following:

The surgery was as difficult as expected and they have removed as much of the tumour as they can. Brenda’s bowel has been untangled and her stoma moved to the other side of her tummy.

The cytoreductive surgery was followed by hyperthermic intraperitoneal chemotherapy, hot chemo in layman’s terms, a cocktail of two drugs.

Specimens have been taken for analysis with a view to future Immunotherapy.

She has not lost much blood and will be kept asleep until the morning. It has been a long trying day doing nothing so I cannot imagine the wear and tear on Brendan Moran and his team. My thank you to him seemed rather feeble but, what else do you say?

An indomintable, high stepping Brenda made her way to theatre this morning.

‘Mr Moran’

‘Some people call me when they’re in a jam

Cause I’m the man, I’m Mr. Moran’

Whilst it’s daunting to think about going through this horrific MOAS (Mother Of All Surgeries) op yet again, Trend and I are both pleased that we have a plan and we’re grateful that they are able to fit me in sooner rather than later.  It’s a bit more difficult each time due to the scarring from the previous surgeries and all of the organs sticking together, but I know that I’m in good hands and Mr. Moran and his team will to the best they can to keep me going.

Very apt lines from the song by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones.  Those of you who have followed my previous ops will know that I am very fortunate to be under the care of Mr. Moran at the Hampshire Clinic in Basingstoke.  He operated on me (together with a team of surgeons) in January 2017 and again in November 2019 – both very long and difficult surgeries.  And this morning, after meeting with him to go through my latest scans and symptoms, he is ready to open me up again for another big cytoreductive surgery followed by Hyperthermic Intraperitoneal Chemotherapy (HIPEC).

Some of you will know that I have seen signs of the disease progressing over the past 6 months, the latest manifestations have been kidney problems and a swollen and sore left leg.  I was gutted to finally take delivery of my new Peloton bike the week before last, only to find that my left leg tired after ten minutes of spinning.  Last week we ended up in A&E one evening and the next morning as there was concern about a blood clot.  We now know that the swollen leg is likely caused by pressure on my lymph node and the kidney problem is caused by pressure on my ureters. I have two very large cystic tumours that are growing – one protruding from my tummy and one internal, as well as a lot of mucin (gel) in my abdomen, which will cause more problems if we do nothing.   

On the plus side, I know what to expect and hopefully, with that experience, how to get through it.  The minus side is that due to Covid, this time I will be in hospital for weeks without any visitors at all.  That will not be easy as I relied on my daily visits from Trend and from seeing a number of friends pop in to brighten my days.  I will have to rely on my life-size cut out of Hillary again, on the friendly familiar faces of the nurses and staff, and on FaceTime calls.

I’m scheduled to go in on Sunday the 14th for surgery on Monday the 15th March, so hopefully by the time I’m home we will be into a sunny spring and I can recover and receive visitors in the garden.

We will keep the blog updated throughout and I will rely on Trend to come up with some more brilliant song titles like ‘Mr. Moran’. 


A billion degrees outside and we’re back in Basingstoke. Markers shown in a blood test last week suggested that all was not well. A general decline in Brenda’s va-va-voom made us hop in the car for an accelerated follow up. As a result we are back in the clinic. A course of intravenous antibiotics has been started and its effect has produced a positive response.

With any luck Brenda will be home by early next week and our plans to visit Nova Scotia will remain intact. As ever, Brenda is looking a million dollars despite this blip.