God does not want me
God does not want me, at least not at the moment. Having had a growth removed from my abdomen, I have been told that it is benign and nothing to worry about.
Having found a lump in my abdomen area I went and saw my GP. Who had a look and said, “Yes that is definitely a lump, we shall get you booked in for a scan,”
Six weeks later I go for a scan, to be told yet again yes I do have a growth in my abdomen. Approx 5cm x 4cm x 2cm. We won’t do a biopsy, we will arrange for you to come in and have it removed as an urgent case. [5cm is the stage when the decision to remove it is made]
Four weeks later I get an appointment to go to the hospital to have an assessment made. Again the lump is examined and the decision is made to remove the lump in day theatre as a day patient.
Three weeks later I attend the day theatre for an assessment to see if I am fit enough to undergo a general anaesthetic, as the lump is too big to remove under local a anaesthetic.
Yes, I am pronounced fit enough to undergo a general anaesthetic, and a week later I am back in for surgery. The growth/lump is removed, minor operation is all right and I am discharged. I will receive the results about the growth in six to eight weeks time.
I have now received a letter saying that the growth was benign and there is nothing to worry about, the wound as healed nicely, with no sign of any post op infection.
I suppose from seeing my GP too getting the all clear was approximately 18 weeks is not bad.
So having decided that the man upstairs does not want me at the moment. I have decided to take a six-week cruise in the New Year. Taking my long-suffering wife with me. As my wife will have her 65th birthday and we shall also be celebrating our 40th Wedding anniversary on the cruise. Also later on in the year I shall reach my allotted span of three score years and ten  am now in extra time.
This plus the fact that for the first time in my life I have had to undergo surgery and been pronounced all clear and fairly fit, I thought that I should splash out. After all who wants to be the richest corpse in the cemetery.
As I close I have also realised that in 2017 I shall have reached that age  when everyone [including the PTB] can discriminate against. You think as a Muslim you are discriminated against. Try being over 70.
You are told that you are costing the state too much? You have to apply for a driving licence every three years [then again you do have your bus pass and winter heating allowance] if you spend too long in hospital you are accused of bed blocking. The PTB are looking for the first signs of dementia so they can bang you up in a home and seize any assets that you may have to help pay for your care in later life as you grow more senile and decrepit.
Worst of all I find that I can’t wear my tee shirt with the slogan “I want to die before I grow old”. Then again I have been given a new tee shirt with the slogan “ I don’t want to do it. You can’t make me do it. I’m retired” Plus I can say and do things that are not PC and blame it on my age.