Too close for comfort

Home from my stay in hospital.  Sitting with my feet up, Steve’s making us coffee and I’m sneaking a look online.  Checked through my emails and see a reminder of our next social meeting at the pub in Edinburgh.  When my consultant gave me the card for the charity I wasn’t too sure.  But after meeting folk in the same boat and getting to know each other, I get a lot out of our Nets Scotland – Anne Edgar charitable trust  social gatherings.    We chat together, share experiences, laugh and generally support one another.  I check the date of our next meet up, it’s Steve’s birthday. We will go for a wee while and I will get Steve a cake.  Thinking of meeting up – I was looking forward to seeing everyone.

Later that night I get news that knocks me for six.  One of the members of Anne Edgar Charitable Trust – Net charity has passed away.  Damn it – she was one of my favourites too.  A genuine person.  Caring with a sunny nature.   She was diagnosed with carcinoid syndrome just over 5 years ago.

I am upset at the news of her death.  I will miss the emails we send each other from time to time.  We will all notice her absence at the next social gathering.   Most of all I will miss her smile and comforting words.

I feel fortunate that our paths crossed and am grateful for her coming into my life.  She was truly an amazing lady.  My heartfelt condolences go out to her family.

A wee visit to Ninewells

Well it was that time again.  Bed and breakfast for a few days in hospital under the good care of dermatology at Ninewells hospital, Dundee. This is my fourth visit to the team at photobiology.   One of the knock on effects of the carcinoid syndrome is photo sensitivity, problems with my skin, niacin deficiency, vitamin d deficiency.    

For some folk going into hospital can be daunting enough, put the distance of 100 miles from home and some unknown testing to be done in the mix and it would make one feel a tad nervous.    However, I can assure anyone that may ever need to go to photobiology at Ninewells.  There is no need to fret.  The staff are brilliant.  This visit Steve and I were just going into WH Smith on the hospital concourse for a browse when a familiar figure walks up to me and asks how I am,  it’s  Dr Sally Ibbitson – she is one of the head consultants in the photobiology unit.  The beautiful kind lady spoke genuinely and took time out of her time to talk.  On going up to the ward – the staff made me very welcome, cup of tea as soon as I arrived together with some digestive biscuits.   The nurses I met previously with asked how i was, the family, dogs, etc.  all this is important to us beings that get admitted into wards.  It’s so lovely to be treated as YOU and for some of your stay not be referred to as ‘the patient with marked & torn skin’ or ‘the patient that’s photosensitive’   Don’t get me wrong there is total professionalism at all times.  

The staff here are used to my hypos.  Understand – or at least try their best to understand my malabsorption, low blood sugar levels, etc.  They feed me up.  Give me extra meals, it’s not one bowl of cereal – it’s two and some toast and tea 🙂 

On my visit this type the porters were on strike.  How was I to get from the ward to the photobiology unit?    Easy:  a willing nurse from the ward wheeled me down.  On arriving at photobiology I was met by familiar face – Gordon.  He sat with me till the doctors arrived.  After my consultation it was decided what would be done this time.  Through to the testing/treatment area.  They have had some funding and there are new curtains, TVs and its freshly painted.  Some patients will want to take their minds of what’s happening and watch some TV.  The choice of what to watch is each individual patient.  Jeremy Kyle, children’s TV, news channel – whatever floats your boat.  I prefer tv off and talk to the staff.  But then everyone that knows me will know I can talk a gramma phone to scrap.   I change into the gown and then sit in the special chair.  My opinion hasn’t changed and no matter how good the staff are, how pleasant the surroundings are – to me the chair resembles an electric chair.  No matter how hot it is in the hospital the chair feels so cold to touch.  Sit in it and get fried.  I get many different things done.   one particular provocation test does fry me.  Most folk get a setting at over 20 joules and have it glaring on their skin for 15 minutes.  For me I get a tiny patch on my wrist worked on.  Andrea wraps my arm with special blanket.  Cuts a dressing and applies it to my arm, exposing a very small square of skin. The large Perspex sheeting is put on top.  The timer is then set – I only get 5  joules for 3 minutes.   At the end of the provocation test my skin is hot and red.  At the 5 hour check over, my wrist is swollen, the skin is very hot and broken.  There has been a reaction on my back this time – the skin is tingling and feels uncomfortable.  It’s fairly hot and the broken skin is becoming irritable – I feel I could scratch.  It was hoped that the increase in nicotinamide medications I have been prescribed helps with the problems I have.  

The conclusion on the last day is – stay on all the same medications.  Wash in oilatum gel.  Then cover my skin in diprobase.  Then apply sun sense ultra factor 50 over my complete body.  Then mix the two coloured dundee creams together.  My colours are beige and coral pink.  When they are mixed together they produce a colour very similar to my natural skin tone.  I then apply the dundee cream to my skin.   I’ve to get some blood tests to check the usual routine stuff and check my vit d level.  Dr Ibittson says it would be a good idea for me to get regular light treatment – 3 times per week – start in the winter.  

It’s never ideal being in hospital, however places like Ninewells and staff like they have makes a stay much easier……..I’ve met some nice people whilst I’ve been in hospital too. 🙂

Worth breaking the rules

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For the last five years my health has dictated holidays – breaks away abroad had been a thing of the past.  Postcards and tales from family and friends seemed to be the closest we were getting to foreign lands.  Anytime we thought about going away we hit stumbling blocks.  Our general rule is usually stay in UK, go somewhere proven.

  • do I feel up to going away
  • fitting timings in with lanreotide injection every 21 days
  • is it all really worth it
  • takings unusual meds on the trip
  • holiday insurance????
  • the weight of my fortisip drinks
  • carrying tubs of creams, factor 50 sun cream, etc

Im not the easiest person to be with at the best of time.  The spontaneous hypoglycaemia attacks when you least expect it.  Those who know me know I blether a load of rubbish at the best ofdden drop in blood sugar can turn me into a raving lunatic.  This tends to make my hubby slightly nervous, after the episode of us in the centre of Edinburgh and I just sat down in a crowded street – I could go no further and needed some supplies.  I’m sure Steve says in his sleep – “eat something” or “here is ….. Get it down you”. By the way this happens very often. I get grumpier than normal when my tummy aches.  one of the biggest challenges is the thought of leaving home and not knowing where the nearest bathroom is.  We have all had diahrea or loose movements at some time – but when this is an everyday occurrence a great deal of thought goes into leaving the security of your home and the comfort of ones own loo.

This is my 49th year on earth and have been married to Steve for 29 of them.  I want to do cheery happy things with my hubby.  Sitting one evening I thought I’ve had enough of pussy footing around.  I want us to go on a holiday abroad – go somewhere no-one knows us, take in sights and most importantly spend quality time together.   So we struck while the iron was hot and booked 7 days in Ibiza.  Was this too ambitious – a sunny island and me being photosensitive.  Get a grip woman I said to myself – put on plenty of your cream snd smother the factor 50 on.

The month before we were booked to go I was in hospital with pneumonia.  The thought of the trip we had planned together gave me strength and stamina to push myself.  Every breath, step was an effort.  Combination of IV antibiotics, steroids and sheer want to go helped me on the right road.

We got to Ibiza last week and spent 7 days there.  It wasn’t always problem free but having my soulmate with me made everything easier.

  • was it worth it? – most definitely YES
  • it wasn’t always easy
  • some of the hilly streets were a tad ambitious & challenging
  • was I tired? – exhausted – still am
  • would we go back – in a heartbeat

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Hello world!

Hi, I’m Elizabeth.  This is my very first blog.  For some bizarre reason I feel the need to share some stories.  Perhaps some of you readers can identify with this feeling.  Ever since I lost weight, got admitted to hospital, many many tests and hey presto carcinoid syndrome was diagnosed.  I have not talked outright to many people about how I feel or infact haven’t really spoken to many people about my health openly.   I give my poor long suffering hubby grief for even mentioning me to anyone.  I won’t go into details of the knock on effects with my health – leave that for later.

Happy to get up the castle
Happy to get up the castle

This is me with my hubby, Steve.

This blog will be frank; if you don’t like hospital talk or bowel habit information I won’t be offended if you skip the odd paragraph.  It won’t be full of doom and gloom there will be fun bits in and hopefully an easy read.

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