Thursday 10th January 1991   Morning surgery 10:40

“How are you, Mr Gwilym?”
“I’ve been good, Dr Lewis. The stent seems to be working. I’m eating quite well, mostly soft foods. I’ve had lots of soups. We had turkey soup every day for a week. I’ve tried mashed sprouts. They’re awful!” George Gwilym laughed. “Gwen has been making some lovely, creamy mashed potato with lashings of butter. It’s very rich. I have a pudding every day. A mince pie crushed up with custard and clotted cream is my favourite at the moment. I’ve managed to put some weight back on.”
“That’s very good.” Dr Lewis said. “Are you getting much pain?”
“Now and again. I get it in the middle of my chest. I am not sure if it’s the tumour or the stent. The painkillers seem to be working, though.”
“The stents aren’t normally painful. It must be the tumour.”
“I thought so. I guessed it was that.” George Gwilym looked apprehensively at us.
“You are bound to get some pain,” Dr Lewis said reassuringly. “Are you keeping busy?”
“I’m doing a bit. I go for a walk every morning. Gwen and I have a day out three times a week. We’ve made a list of things to do. Last week, we went to Powys Castle on Monday and Llangollen on Wednesday. Then, we visited Norman and Marjorie, my cousins. We are trying to meet up with all our relatives and friends. Norman doesn’t go out of the house. He’s got severe Parkinson’s disease. He won’t go in a wheelchair. He complained because we haven’t been to see him for 20 years but he did say he was pleased to see me.”
“I’m sure he was.”
“He asked us to try to go to again. If not, he said he would catch up with Marjorie at the funeral.” George Gwilym laughed again. “Norman has always been pretty straight talking.”

 

A mince pie with custard and clotted cream.
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