It is a week today since J had his CT scan to find out if there is anything untoward causing the pain in his diaphragm. He has been told to ring the consultant this afternoon for results. I’m not particularly thrilled with the results over the phone plan but cest la vie. We must know now. The waiting and not being able to plan, even a week ahead, is really hard. For the past week I’ve been bracing myself every time J rang me at work, in case he had news, but there has been nothing. Friends and family say that this must be a good sign and if anything was wrong we would have heard. But J and I know better. We have been there before with our hospital and know that anything could happen. So today I’m bracing myself for bad news, good news, no news or inconclusive news. I think that pretty much covers everything!
The scan last week put the wind up J. He fainted again with the needle and said he doesn’t want to do it again. I desperately don’t want him to go through it again. But we are not masters of our own destiny, and there is nothing we can do to affect the outcome. (I think he looks better, for the record though – definitely a bit perkier this week and he says he feels better too – still mild pain, and coughing and tired but I don’t think he looks as bad as he did – everything crossed x a million).
