To switch or not to switch?

So believe it or not, over the past few days there has actually been something else on my mind other than the operation. Because in my life, things seem to happen all at once. Yesterday wasn’t only the day I got sent home from hospital, it was also the day of Church School ballots which, if you’re Maltese you know all about, if not, you’re probably like – “Come again?” Continue reading

Adieu, Cassandra

So here it is – the day I part with Cassandra.

That’s what I’ve decided to call my colon – I love the name, it’s so melodious, but of course, the figure from Greek mythology that it represents suffered an awful fate – enabled with the gift of prophecy that no-one would, however, believe. A terrible harbinger of doom. Quite an apt name I think for a part of me that has tried so hard to work but can’t help but fight itself. And it does this in ‘secret’ – in that it’s fight is invisible.

Adieu, Cassandra, fair thee well. Thanks for the good times, pity about the bad times. My body needs to rest now so let’s hope I’ll get on just fine without you.

 

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Not a new tatoo but the stoma site marked out by the nurse.