He had his surgery on Wednesday to remove the mass from his oesophagus, and while we wait for the outcome, we’re hopeful it will be good news, that the lymph nodes haven’t been affected and he won’t need any further surgery; and even if he does, it’s just a question of chopping that bit out and attaching the two healthy bits together.
You don’t know what I’m on about? Oh, my husband was diagnosed in March with Barratt’s oesophagus. The acid he produces has given him a little bit of stage 1 cancer, therefore making him my priority and my writing not so much really. Well, you can’t focus on something as trivial as writing when you spend half your time worrying and waiting; the waiting is the worst bit. He naively thought that after the op it would be like an episode of Holby City – that the surgeon would come and see him when he came round to tell him it had been a success. You have to be joking. This is, after all, the NHS, and we have to wait until next Monday to find out.
And so (did I not write elsewhere that I don’t like to start a new paragraph or sentence with ‘and’!) my new projects, Episode and Owen Goal, have had to take a back seat, but I’m pleased to report that I’m ready to pick up where I left off. I began Episode chapter three the other day. I’ve decided to concentrate on that for now and will put Owen Goal aside until next year. Writing two books at the same time is probably a bit ambitious, especially when other things are getting in the way. Goalden Sky is a football book and after the season Liverpool have just had I’ve kind of gone off footie for a while! The season starts again in August, though. Meh.
Of course, if it’s bad news on Monday, Episode will quite likely fall by the wayside yet again for a little while, so fingers crossed I’ll have something to celebrate and will be able to continue writing worry-free. If other authors can write with bad news on their minds, good for them. I can’t.