Hey folks;

Went to see dad yesterday, as per normal now. My sister and I (and mum too, natch) have been "nagging" my dad to get up and about a bit more, practice using a walking frame for when he can go home. Well.....

.... I go in, nurse calls me over.

"Mr. H...." she says, "just wanted to tell you, your dad's femur is so thin it's hanging on by a thread. He has to remain flat on his back in bed, until we can transfer him to the Beatson". (specialist Cancer unit)

It seems the docs had a better look at last week's CT scan, and found the tumour hasn't just metastasised into his liver, but deep into both femurs too. So after he's had the radiotherapy to reduce the part of the tumour pressing on his spine, they then have to decide if they can do an operation to hold his leg together!

He's still "putting on the face" though....... more power to him, I say!

DM

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