It will be another
day at the hospital. This time I have two appointments, one for a blood let
& one to see the oncology specialist.
I confess to being
nervous about the latter. The principle purpose of the meeting is to get the
results of the CT scan I had last week.
One part of me is looking forward to the confirmation
that the tumour has shrunk sufficiently that they will be able to safely operate
early in 2020. Certainly on a superficial level the tumour has disappeared.
The other part of me
remembers being told that as long as the cancer was in the lymph nodes it was
possible that it could spread to another organ. It is noticeable that it was a
full body scan to check that there were no signs elsewhere. Although I can’t
say I’ve found any new lumps, it doesn’t stop me fearing the cancer may have
spread. With my family history I am convinced that ultimately cancer will kill
me. This is my third bout. Is it to be my final fight? We’ll soon discover.
So fingers crossed
as we go off to the hospital. I'm trying to convince myself that it is just the greyness of the day that's making me so gloomy.
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