It is with great sadness that the family announces the death of Tracey Morroll (nee Sutherland)(known as @cherrymorrello on X/Twitter) on Monday 8th January 2024.
Was bedded down comfortably. I woke after a couple of hours as usual this time from coughing but promptly went back to sleep only to wake again an hour ago. Gonna try and get another couple of hours before all the noise starts.
I got transferred to the MacMillan unit yesterday evening around 11 pm. I’m in a bay with 2 other ladies which is fine. Immediately I feel more relaxed which is good. I have however started with a cough. Not sure if it’s because the change in atmosphere or if it’s because of the
Tube that’s been temporarily inserted in my stomach. I can’t see it being the latter to be honest but we will see when the stomach nurse comes again. I was greeted on the ward by one of the sisters. A nurse and an HCA who is all been looked after previously and they made sure I
I’m badly jaundiced and there’s nothing they can do to correct it. The dr told me today they don’t expect me to make Christmas and are trying to get me a bed in the MacMillan unit to make me as comfortable as possible. I’ve been accepted there just isn’t a bed available yet.
Me some new pants from @asda because he bought me some the other day from there and I’m getting through them quickly. He rang me and told me that he thought people thought he was a weirdo rummaging through ladies knickers on his hands and knees. He got some though lol. £8 for
Better off in the MacMillan ward but there’s no beds available. The ward I’m on now is nice enough. The staff are lovely and the inmates are also nice. So for now I’m still here. I still have my blind spot in eye. You can’t have everything can you?
I’m still here. Just. I’m very ill. My doctors are having a meeting on Wednesday to decicide the best course
Of action. Obviously my
Sister is involved. I’ve just had 5 days of a bowel blockage and it’s been the worst time of my life. My stomach was so full and people who don’t
home as they are sharing a works vehicle. My sister left her offices and picked mum up on the way home. In a way it was a good thing because it pushed him to make the decision to finish work sooner than he wanted. But it takes a load of my mind now.
They keep telling me I’d be
@elymusic1 I asked for the lady that usually comes to see me when I'm in the mac unit to come and see me but I think the message got lost. I'll try again.
Every time I get a twinge or something feels unusual I think it’s a heart attack. I just wish the dr hadn’t told me how serious it was. I’m now living in fear that every moment is my last one. Luckily the HCAs tend to congregate in this bay in the ward to fill in all the paper
Work so I just shout them over and they do my obs quickly and assure me everything is normal. I need one of the drs to be not so doom and gloom to calm me down and make it easier on me. I don’t want to spend my last days, weeks, months worrying about my demise. I have an appt
All my life I’ve been scared of losing my eyesight or falling down the stairs. I’d absolutely hate to not be able to see the beauty in the world anymore.