The dark scary winter behind us. Several hospital admissions. The bulbs poked their heads through the earth and produced some colour. As Spring emerged I hoped that my favourite season would be kinder to me than the winter was. However, the hope of a better spring turned into disappointment. The sunshine break Steve booked on January 1st was something both of us were yearning. The thought of the warmer climate, the slow pace of life, friendly locals – it was all felt very appealing.
The waiting was over. Finally the big tin bird was waiting on the Tarmac to transport us to our island in the sun. I was nervous it was the first time flying since Lavita had became part of my life.
I was all very organised, letters from consultant, General Practioner, and Community Dietician. All explaining why I carry extra weight, have excess fluids, syringes, needles, scissors, dressings and lots of medication.
The airport was very busy, we all stood queued up, hand luggage in tow, passports in hand. A steady drum beat like sound echoed through my ears. The longer I waited the faster and louder the beat got. Although palpations are an everyday occurrence, the venue was somewhat different to what I’m used to. I was next up, as I struggled walking stick in one hand and hand luggage in the other. The airport staff quickly came to assistance. They exchanged my stick for one of theirs, just in case I filled mine with illicit drugs, and the burly gentleman lifted my bag onto the belt. I walked the walk. Steve and I were both cleared at the same time. All ready to board the plane.
The flight was grand. Holiday was fantastic. There were a couple of hairy moments like the time when I chanced having a handful of peanuts and one decided to try and expel itself out of my wound, a hair breadth from my gastrostomy tube. As I was breathing it popping in and out, making a grand appearance. I lay on the double bed, splayed my legs put my feet up on the wall, I got scissors and after several attempts gripped the end and pulled it out as it made its appearance – got it. Oh yuk, all the granulation softened and started running down my tummy. My hair was soaking wet, legs shaking beads of sweat running down my brow. Boy did I wish i was home. I managed to clean myself up, getting a dressing on and rest up. A few hours later I was feeling much better.
Steve and I made sure we had a relaxing holiday. We did what we wanted when we wanted. Steve hired a car and we travelled around the beautiful island soaking in the atmosphere.