After my prostate surgery whilst still connected to various pipes, a lady visited my bed and drew the curtains round for a chat. I presumed she was the prostate nurse, but no, she was from the alcohol dependency unit, fearing I would have a seizure after being deprived of alcohol for two days.
Someone there had assumed I had a problem, fair play to them, but I told the nurse, if that’s what she was, I didn’t want to be ‘cured’. She gave me various tablets, Niacin and vitamin X to prevent a seizure, which I didn’t take.
Fortunately, whilst I was waiting at the hospital in Guildford, having been discharged to be collected by Her Loveliness, who was lost on the way to Portsmouth, I spotted the hospital social club over the road and a sign: ‘Real Ale, All Welcome’.
Once the steward cut off my hospital bracelet (he was not allowed to serve patients), I had a refreshing pint of ale, and he helped Madam by phone to my location, despite her having a sat-nav...
I seem to be still suffering from thirst two years later, which I assume are still the after-effects of my anaesthetic!
Best of luck with your endeavour. I know a cancer diagnosis is devastating for very many, leading to alcohol dependency.
Cheers, John.