For those of you following the ongoing Cancer Saga - and if you have dropped dead of boredom along the way, I cannot say I blame you - today I had my post-chemo appointment with the oncology consultant, which I'd been quite looking forward to, having been hanging around in a kind of limbo for the past month. Results! I thought; Conclusions! Decisive Action! That sort of thing!
Alas, no. I have neither good nor bad news. The tumours - and I appear to be absolutely riddled with tumours - have shrunk, but are still hanging on, and the oncology team hasn't decided whether to try surgery or leave things as they are and see what happens. They're discussing it at their meeting next week. ("Any questions?" "Yes, why didn't you discuss it at last week's meeting?")
I suppose it could've been worse, but it leaves me in limbo still, and I HATE that; I'm still too ill to go back to work, but not so ill that I am not going off my head with sheer boredom. Impasse.
I am off to try to find a game that involves SMITING, so as to relieve my feelings. And also to try to stop singing "Uh-uh-oh-oh-oh, little Cancer Girl" to myself, as that helps exactly no-one.
