As some of you already know, after everything my body has been doing to me, I FINALLY gave in to going to see the docs at my local ER 10 days ago to find out for sure what was going on. The long and short of it is the doctors discovered I had three tumors growing in my body, one in each of the windpipes leading into each of lungs, one in the lower intestine and MAJOR hemorrhaging in my left lung that has required surgery and heavy doses of surgical steroids to bring under control, and after all of the tests and surgical procedures and everything I've had to go through, I now KNOW I have even more SERIOUS issues that need addressing.

Because of the tumors, the hemorrhaging and whatever else I need to ask MY Baby Darling what it is they're diagnosing me with now is, THIS is going to turn her hair grey.

I have just had a screaming match with a doctor and a surgeon team, who simply need to have their attitude taste buds slapped back into place. I was asked by a little old lady on the Oncology ward we're both on if I could cook her some pancakes, because she didn't like the way the hospital chef prepared them for her. I told them that my culinary skills are simply pathetic at the best of times, but I'd do my best for her. I set everything up in my room to start the process and the hospital chef walked past with a HUGE plate of his finest, golden topped and syrup dripping pancakes he could muster up, whilst walking past beaming from ear-to-ear with pride. I thought to myself, 'You d**khead. I'll make mine 10 TIMES that size'. So....I went outside to where the workers are using their cement mixer, poured in the pancake batter and added some building granite and chippings for extra substance whilst I sorted out the fire to cook these MEGA-CAKES on. I broke down some old builders pallets to make a fire, over turned a metal plating onto the fire and poured the batter on, ALONG WITH SOME EXTRA BUILDING RUBBLE MIXED IN, just so MY pancakes would be bigger and more fuller. After cooking them AND TURNING THEM OVER, they turned out a perfect golden brown fit for a king and/or queen to eat. When I tried to serve the pancakes to the lady, who was eagily waiting for me to serve her I might add, the doctors looked at me in total disbelief and refused to allow me to offer her some golden syrup to go with them so she could enjoy them more.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH THESE DOCTORS AND SURGEONS??? I'm only taking what pain meds they're putting into me to keep me pain free that are causing me to have these WEIRD & WILD dreams.

And EVERYONE knows, I don't even know how to cock pancakes. (LOL).