Category Archives: 2024

Chris opererades idag och är nu på NIMA (neurokirurgens intermediäravdelning). Han är vid gott mod men trött och har ont i huvudet vilket inte är så konstigt. Jag har pratat med honom och hoppas få besöka honom imorgon om han då har fått flytta till en vanlig avdelning. Jag har också pratat med läkaren som opererade och han var nöjd med operationen.
Chris hälsar!

Vid tangentbordet: Bitte

The phrase “keep your knickers on” is idiomatic slang meaning stay calm and composed, or do not get flustered. Changing “your” for “yer” turns the phrase into the vernacular, in this case scouse, where knickers can even refer to underpants. As I wrote earlier, 12 November 2020, keeping knickers on in the Swedish healthcare system is not always as trivial as it ought to be. Next week, I will be testing the system again. I am booked for surgery on Tuesday, 10 September, to remove what appears to be a new tumour developing next to the site of the first one. Hopefully, the outcome will be as positive as it was four years ago. In the meantime, I will do my best to keep track of my underwear, and will post updates as the situation develops.

A while ago, I went to the radiology department at the university hospital for my quarterly MRT scan. The procedure is fairly standard. I arrived early and identified myself, using my driver’s license, to the assistant, who recognised me from previous visits but had to follow protocol. I was fitted with a tube into one of the veins in my arm for the contrast agent. The agent used is a gadolinium III salt. I have asked for information about which salt is used, but not received a satisfactory answer. Again, following protocol is the most important part of the treatment. For the scan, I was strapped onto a board, had my head securely fixed in place and inserted into the scanner. An MR-scanner makes a lot of noise, so I was equipped with ear plugs and a set of headphones. I chose to listen to the Beatles – a good choice as suggesting most of the music that I normally listen to results in perplexed expressions from the personnel operating the scanner. The scan went well resulting in good quality pictures. Patients are not permitted to see their scans until an expert has had the chance to examine and interpret them.

A week or so later, I checked my medical journal to see that everything was normal, normal being “The patient has a hole in his head and shows no signs of activity”. This time, the notes stated that there were signs of activity in the vicinity of the aforementioned hole. I was a bit worried (understatement) about this and called to my contact nurse at the oncology department and suggested further investigation with a PET-scan using isotope labelled methionine. The medical team agreed, and I was at the PET-centre a few days later. This scan confirmed that there was some activity present, and my case was, therefore, presented at a meeting attended by the leading experts at the hospital. The consensus at the meeting that the observed changes were small but significant and should be followed up after a few weeks to see how things develop.

The few weeks have now passed and the follow up showed that the area with activity has developed to such a degree that surgery is probably necessary to remove as much of the developing tumour as possible, preferably as soon as possible. The course of action is a PET-scan tomorrow using C-11 labelled methionine to map the extent of the tumour then surgery sometime soon, hopefully next week.

Given the options available: surgery possibly followed by chemotherapy, only chemotherapy, i.e. no surgery or no action at all, I think that opting for surgery is a foregone conclusion. One might say “a no-brainer! (pun intended).

The wait for decisions and action is a bit worrisome, but I have been through this before, and I have confidence in the medical team and my own strength to get through it, and above all, the support of those around me.

We will update the blog as things develop. In the meantime, I have already started work on new posts for the future.

Today was the 6th of June. It was a lovely sunny slightly windy day. We stayed at home and relaxed for most of the time. In the afternoon our daughter and her family, including husband and our two lovely grandchildren came to visit. We had a BBQ, enjoyed the jacuzzi and relaxed.

The 6th of June is a bank holiday in Sweden. This is because it’s the national day. Most shops are closed, and people generally stay at home or meet friends and chill. The 6th of June is also the day when I defended my PhD thesis way back in 1986. That particular day was very interesting, not just because of my PhD thesis but also because of the party we had in the evening and the events that happened there.

My faculty opponent didn’t find much to question about my thesis at least not the content instead he decided to complain a lot about the language. Him being Norwegian and me being British meant that he didn’t have a lot to come with, so the discussion was quite short. After the afternoon’s deliberations, the committee awarded me a pass, leaving everybody happy so that we could go on to the party later in the evening.

My parents had travelled over from Port Sunlight to see the culmination of my “Studies on nucleoside and nucleotide chemistry”, and like most people present, they did not understand much of what was said, but appreciated my achievement.

Academically, the highlight of a post-graduate education is passing the formal defence of the thesis, but in the real world, the highlight is the party held afterwards. At the time, the defendant, me in this case, was expected to finance the party and to provide a suitable bar (it’s called “groggbänk” in Swedish). In preparation for the party, I had persuaded a friend, who commuted on a weekly basis to Finland, to supply me with a steady flow of duty-free booze. By the time of the party, my “groggbänk” was well stocked, as became apparent during the evening (Some, but not too much, artistic license is applied in the remainder of this entry, as the result of hearsay, and more or less vivid reconstructions after the fact).

My opponent, the Norwegian guy, took a liking to my mother, inviting her up to dance several times, which my supervisor proceeded to point out to my father. His response was that she was a big girl and could look after herself. Thereafter he offered said supervisor a whisky from the bar (at my expense, I might add).

All went well during the party, with live music, lots of dancing and general merriment. Some time, close to midnight, somebody pointed out that our new post-doc seemed to be a bit tired. This being the case, we ordered a taxi to take him home. The taxi promptly arrived, and our post-doc was positioned in the passenger seat while we waved goodbye and went back to the party. A few minutes later, I was tapped on the shoulder and found the taxi driver needing my attention. He explained that he had a slight problem in deciphering where our post-doc lived. I followed, along with a few other people out to the taxi to find a happy post-doc in the passenger seat. The taxi driver asked him “Where do you want to go?”

“HOME” was the answer, or rather hoooome! As he was new to the lab nobody was quite sure exactly where he lived. In the end somebody fetched my supervisor, who was still at the bar with my dad, and we got the whole thing sorted out.

Shortly afterwards, I found my dad drinking whisky with my opponent while my supervisor sat talking to my mum. We, Bitte and I, danced away the rest of the night and, as the sun came up above the horizon we went “hooome.” 😊

Today is the twelfth day of Christmas (as known from the song) and marks the end of the Christmas festive period in the UK, in Sweden we continue until January 13^th. In the days of my youth in the UK, we took down our Christmas decorations the day after, Epiphany. Old tradition suggests that the general rules accepted by society are thrown out of the window on twelfth night, allowing for wild parties and strange happenings, this is the theme for the Shakespearian romantic comedy “Twelfth night” which includes scenes of partying, cross dressing, mistaken identity and much more. The day after, Epiphany or the thirteenth day of Christmas, celebrates the revealing of the newborn child as the messiah. It also marks the arrival of the three wise men from the orient with gifts of gold, frankincense, and Myrrh. These were useful gifts; gold, naturally as raising children is an expensive undertaking. Frankincense and myrrh are both perfumes, which would have been useful as this was long before the advent (sic) of modern nappies.

On their way to Bethlehem, the three wise men were not so wise, and alerted king Herod about the arrival of a potential rival resulting in a purge of baby boys and our biblical hero having to take a detour through Egypt on the way home. This story contains a few incongruities, the census initiated by Quirinius took place in the year 6 AD, much later than the famed birth. King Herod, who was reportedly upset by the birth of a potential rival, died in the year 4 BC. The reference could have been to Herod Antipas, who was born sometime between 20 BC and 6 BC. However we look at it, we should not let a few factual discrepancies ruin a good story.

The reason why I brought this subject up is that there is a Christmas song based on the travels of the three wise men.

By Mario Lanza (who incidentally played Caruso in the film “The great Caruso”, and was a hero of my dad), but written by John Henry Hopkins in 1857 and made famous by The Beach Boys in 1964 – some more incongruities.

As children getting into the raucous spirit of twelfth night, we used to sing alternative lyrics to many of the songs. For this particular song our alternative was:

Another favourite was to change:

Into:

At the Christmas carol service of 1970 at Christ Church, Port Sunlight, both of the above songs were included in the programme. Being very enthusiastic, I sang both loud and clear the alternative versions. After the service, the vicar complemented me on my fine voice, but gave me a good telling off for my choice of lyrics. I think he was quite amused but had to be stern in order to maintain his authority.

With this, I wish you all a happy and prosperous 2024.