I'm 92 you know...
Not really but somedays are harder than others and I can even sometimes feel my age even if I don't act it!
And I became Mr Tetchy on the weekend. I knew that everybody around me was getting on my nerves but I thought it was them. Wonderful logic I have at times lol. But by Monday morning I was back laughing again even though it was SCANDAY.
Good friend Laura took me into hospital and we were chatting about how the scans and then the waiting were pooh times and for me I always seemed to have at least one day when I could bite everyones head off just for not smiling at the right time :-)
Then Laura made me **** myself laughing. She says "i suppose it's like going to the dentist..." and before she could finish her sentence I started laughing. Er no! Having a CT scan and then waiting for the results is NOt like going to the dentist! But I did know when she was trying to say. They are both nerve racking and we tend to worry lots before the event. But it certainly bought a smile to my face and the truth is... yep, I would rather go see my consultant than go to the dentist and have him hurt me with his drills!
The scan itself was a breeze and I was in and out within 20 minutes of arriving at the hospital, didn't even have time to sit down outside before I was called in. All I have to do now is wait til Friday for the results. This is the worse bit for me so I try to keep busy. Busy, busy, busy. And I have certainly been busy this week so far, not have 5 mins to sit down and worry.
Tomorrow I have an early breakfast meeting which means I will have to leave home about 7am then off for a hospital Nutella appointment in the afternoon. (see previous blogs for an explanation). And soon it will be Friday, results day. Am I worried? Yep! Let's face it, it's a 50/50 chance, it's either going to be good news or it's not. It's either going to be a weekend end of drinking to celebrate or drinking to drown the sorrows. Whichever I get a chance to have a few bevvies! :-)
But I do know that it will be good news. Even if they find something it will have been caught early so the odds on the resultant fight will be better than if I ignored the chances and didn't go for the regular scans. No point in burying the old head in the ground on this.
There seems to be many of us out there having scans this week but then again this is such a big community here in Macmillandland that someone is always having treatment, scans, being told good news or being told bad news. So let's all raise a glass to fighting the fight, giving and receiving hugs and sending out all of our love.
To you all... good health to you and your loved ones. May we all be granted an extra day of happiness.
Andrew xxxx
