• My mother's cancer

    Thank you to all those who sent messages of support following my last blog post.

    It has been a busy few weeks. My mother had an operation to remove cancerous tumours from her breast and lymph nodes. The operation went well and I collected her early the next day from the hospital. However, later that afternoon she decided to check her mail and put the rubbish into the recycling bin. I had been checking on her regularly but was trying to finish decorating the utitlity room in her new home and she managed to sneak past me. I heard a noise and found her flat out on the garden path, with blood pouring from a number of places.

    I was more concerned about the operation site, although she perhaps subconsciouly tried to protect that side of her body, but we ended up back at the hospital as she was obviously suffering from concussion. LAter that evening she was transferred from Kings Lynn to Norwich as it was discovered followng a scan that she had broken an ocular bone. Her face was a very bruised and swollen and her eye very quickly closed up completely. She looked as though she had been in the boxing ring.

    So what could have been a speedy recovery was delayed rather and we now have numerous trips to norwich hospital to determine whether they think an operation is required on her face. My sense is that they will decide this is not necessary, but it was too swollen last week, for them to operate, as we had been led to believe when the transfer was made.

    The paramedics were amazing, however I am far from impressed by the whole NHS experience. We were the 13th ambulance to arrive outside Kings Lynn hospital. There were no more amublances available to go out and calls. The team that came to my mother had been diverted from a previous call. There were people waiting in all the ambulances to be seen by the hospital. The paramedic told me that he had sat in the ambulance for five hours before now and three is a regular occurence. It is no wonder they find themselves abused when peoples emotions are heightened sitting with their loved ones in pain or distress.

    My mother was bumped up the waiting list due to her operation the previous day and the head injury. However we were left in a corridor for some time.

    Throughout the whole experience with the cancer operation and the accident, the total lack of organisation was very clear. Every person said something different. Noone knew what medications my mother had been given or what the plan was. It is really very worrying. It is a good job that the surgeon marked her with an arrow to indicate the correct breast. I have heard that there have been people who have had the wrong limb operated on.

    We found out last Thursday that they are happy that they have removed all of the cancer cells, however, in spite of being 82, they still want to follow this up with daily radiotherapy at Adenbrookes hospital. It seems they are unable to look at the individual. This is the procedure they follow. The nurse did not like it all when I questioned the element of choice. However, as I have said previously my mother and I have very different views on health matters and she will not question anything a doctor says to her. I have discussed this with various people all of whom agree that the cons far outweigh any pro for a woman of my mothers age, but we all have the freedom to make our own choices.

    I found it very interesting that in spite of all the money that is poured into cancer charities, nobody seems to question it, from a natural point of view and it is all about finding drugs to cure.

    Metaphysically cancer of the breast is about mothering and nurturing. The left breast with regard mothering of children and the right breast related to your own mother. My mothers was in the left.

    I believe that our body is a tool to indicate to us when we have moved out of alignment with our pathway or to consider our thoughts and beliefs around a particular situation or emotion.

    Tantra is a journey of self exploration and discovery. Recognising that our experiences are a teaching tool.


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