Radiotherapy finished 3 weeks ago now and I am still a bit swollen, a bit uncomfortable and a bit worried. There was a tender lump area which was bothering me and today I had an ultrasound, as the oncologist put it, for peace of mind. Yep, it's a build up of fluid and swelling which is completely normal and in addition, the seroma near my scar is still there. It's a persistent little thing, isn't it! I got quite fascinated looking at it in the ultrasound scan, a 2cm black lump of fluid! Apparently it will go away (yep really??) and I just need to watch for infection.
As I wandered back through the complex warren of hospital corridors today, heading for my morning latte from the M&S cafe (note, hospitals have improved significantly over the years) I noticed the various different people working there; doctors, nurses, cleaners, porters, care assistants, students, people in suits, people in uniform, people in wheelchairs, people in scrubs. It stuck me that managing the logistics of a hospital must be bloody complex and seriously, who leaves school thinking they want to get into hospital management? Makes you think, doesn't it?
Anyway, enough philosophy for the day, back to Friday evening
