Broken clavicle

 My poor, poor husband. I feel so sorry for him! He was looking okay. The lump on his neck seemed to be in hand, and we were hopeful it was NOT cancerous, and would just need a spot of radiation, when this happened! He was doing nothing - just reaching into his bathroom cupboard for something - when he heard a loud crack. He still drove to the beach to meet me and only mentioned this while we were having coffee. I said, well, when I broke my collar bone way back in 2014, that's how I knew it was broken. I heard a cracking sound. He said well it's not sore. I was still unconvinced. He has very little feeling in the right side of his body because of the radiation he had on his torso, neck and jaw on that side. Anyway after we got back from the beach he made an appointment to see his doctor so that he could go for x-rays but she could only see him in two days. As the day progressed he started feeling discomfort and also a bone was definitely out of place. So my daughter-in-law took him to the emergency room at Constantiaberg hospital to be x-rayed. (I was looking after grandchildren Tom, Scarlett and Gabriella at the time). Result: definitely broken. Now, nobody at the hospital said anything but of course if you think about it for a second: the bone of his skull got degraded and had to be replaced with a fake piece about the size of a (large) piece of toast. The surgeon at the time said ten years or so after radiation the bone starts degrading or dying. Remember he had 30 days of radiation about eight years ago so that must be just another side effect of it. This time on the thinnish clavicle. Maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions (the only exercise a limited mind gets). This is from the internet:

Osteoradionecrosis is bone death due to radiation. The bone dies because radiation damages its blood vessels.

Anyway, now he's looking like a little sparrow with a broken wing. Shame, man. He can hardly do anything. And of course I feel a great deal of empathy because I was wrecked by my collar bone being broken nine years ago! But luckily I broke mine in summer and the clothes etc I had to put on weren't nearly as difficult as poor Geoff's. I do remind him, though, of how unsympathetic he was: driving hard over bumps so that my shoulder got bumped when we were going to my birthday treat in the mountains! But I know how handicapped one feels.