Between Christmas and New Year, I had a panel of specialists assess my degree of disability. I’d already had my application for a disabled parking permit turned down. A report from my surgeon saying, “I had to cut her leg off,” was insufficient; I needed that particular piece of paper. Well now I’ve got the magic document and I can apply again. There’s more. This means I pay reduced sales…
Well not yay on the disability itself, which is disagreeable no matter how I try to spin it. Yay that the Social Security tribunal have decided that I’m disabled without me having to jump through hoops to prove that my leg isn’t going to grow back. It’s not a big surprise. I clearly can’t do any job at the moment, I’ll never be able to do my old job of…
OnWednesday I got an SMS: You have a notification at this URL from the Canarian government. Just that. The URL was a “Notification inbox”. I had no idea if this was something about my “Degree of disability” application (surely not so soon) or my taxes (but I wasn’t aware of anything outstanding) or what. The uncertainty was stressful. When I got home I went to the URL and it said…
Part 1 of this explanation is here. To reduce the risk of amputation I had 5 weeks of daily radiotherapy starting in early November, so we had to move to Tenerife temporarily. We took a ground floor apartment near the hospital, leaving our son Julio, who is now 25, to look after the house, cat and garden. By the time we came home on December 10th, the tumour was very painful…