Well folks after 3 long months, my father is dinally home. I can't believe it!

He's come through some life saving surgery, several bowel perforations, CDiff, chest infections, going into shock from his own body poisoning him, you name it, he's survived it. It's amazing! The cancer is there obviously, but things are looking more positive than they have in a long time. They really are looking better for him.

He is totally reliant on the tube feed into his stomach. This actually (and if you are eating right now you might not want to read on just yet), delivers food just above the upper intestines. This is because no actual food passes through his stomach. The food he gets through the tube is every you need but is how your food would look if you had already digested it.

This works well, when the tube does not get blocked!

So first day home, mum settles dad in for the night, gets his meal ready (i.e. turns on the tube feed) and its blocked. She can't get it unblocked no matter what she tries, all the tips the doctors gave her fail. So they call the on call doctor who comes out and tries, he fails too.

So he said they have to take dad back to hospital because by this time he's missed over 1500 calories of food and he can't miss more than that within 24 hours or back in hospital he will be.

So mum takes him to hospital where she then pulls into the drop off zone, gets dad in a wheelchair as he's not strong enough to walk all the way on his own yet, and puts in him the foyer while she parks the car. In the meantime, the consultant who dad is under walks passed and bascially says 'she fed up of you already mate' kind of thing/. Dad is laughing but fed up with being back kind of thing.

Anyway, long story short, they are able to unblock his feed rather than take the drastic step of replacing it which would mean surgery and they really don't want o do anything to him not needed when he needs to get stronger.

So off home they go, tired and not at all with it!

Anyway, up shot is he's OK, mum has loads of syringes for unblocking and all the appointments dad was going to have at the start of the year for treatment can now be reinstated. We never thought we would get to this point, we honestly thought it would be too late, but even the doctors are amazed at his progress and what he has come through, and even though he will never eat again, he is at least home, in his own environment away from the hospital bugs, away from the clinical atmosphere, with his dogs, with his family who can now be with him when they want. It's ace!

Boat wise, I am missing it like mad. I thought I was over the worst of it, but I had a really bad moment a couple of days ago where I just so wanted to move back tot he boat, I was missing the water, the feel of the movement, the very atmosphere, seeing the regulars everything. It was quite an emotional moment for me it has to be said. I don't normaly let things like that get to me, but I really wanted to move back.

We have had a few people look around the boat who said they loved it, but no firm offers yet. Shame, but tis early yet and I am confident she will sell. There is an open day at the marina at the end of the month, and they ask all the owners to come and basically sell the boat themselves that day to kind of show it off, get it looking really nice, etc, so that could lead to something.

But man, I am missing it. I just look out at my back garden and it is just not the same. I drive passed the regular spots almost every week to see who is around. I think I need a boat trip, soon!

Apart from that life ticks on, work is so busy there isn't much time for anything else. tomorrow will be my first day off this year. It's madness, but it's good madness. After all it keeps me busy, active and my mind of things like moving back to boats when I know it's not going to happen!