Talk about mixed emotions

I am writing this in the waiting room of the nuclear medicine facility at UHCW (University Hospitals Coventry and Warwickshire). I am about to have a bone scan to see if the cancer in my prostate has spread beyond said organ. This procedure requires me to be out of the house for about six hours. Not normally a problem, but…

…two weeks ago, Chey’s slow cognitive decline accelerated and it has not yet rebounded. This means that, for the first time ever, I felt the need to have a professional carer present in our home while I was absent from it.

On the plus side, living in Coventry means that we have access to affordable, professional, compassionate care. And one of those professional compassionate carers is currently at the house in case Chey needs anything while I am gone.

Arranging this care is partly a dry run for when I have to go in for prostate cancer treatment which could, probably will, limit my abilities to look after Chey myself for a couple of weeks.

So that’s the first pair of mixed emotions. I’d rather not have prostate cancer and I’d rather say her full cognitive and physical abilities restored, but in the absence of those things we are fortunate to have access to care and support that we need. (A big shout out to Carers Trust Heart of England for it’s excellent work supporting carers.)

Lola

Another set of mixed emotions involves our dearly departed Lola, a lovely feline companion for the last five years. Sadly, she became ill three months ago and it turned out to be inoperable stomach cancer, so we had to say goodbye. That was also two weeks ago. 

Thankfully, Lola left us with many wonderful memories and 1000s of cat pics! However, at the risk of sounding overly dispassionate and pragmatic, her departure has also eased the care burden on me, enabling me to focus more on Chey, while also supporting my mum (who it must be said, is healthier than both of us and looking forward to her 97th birthday next month).

So there’s #Hope that Chey will improve and my prostate cancer can be treated without a gap in care for Chey. And there’s #Gratitude that we are in a position to access the treatment and care we need. We both have books still to write and places yet so go.  

Yes, as cruel months go, February, 2026 has been quite the contender (wry literary reference there for anyone who’s had to read T. S. Eliot). But at least we’ve witnessed the first arrest of an heir to the throne in over 350 years!

As time permits I will be writing up notes on Chey’s health and mine. In the meantime, offerings to the weather gods would be appreciated. Seeing a lot more sun and a lot less rain would help, preferably before April.