Yesterday I went for a PET scan. What I actually got was a five-hour tour of the Westcountry.
I'm rapidly finding that stress about my actual illness is pushed up by the complications of procedure and infrastructure. Following the lymph node results, I was scheduled yesterday afternoon for a PET scan at the mobile unit parked outside Taunton hospital. It needs a six-hour fast, so I started the day with an early breakfast…
Beach and sky - a day on the Jurassic Coast helped
If I've given the impression from the first couple of matter-of-fact posts that I'm pretty laid-back about the situation: I'm not. The past few weeks have been - to use a cliché - an emotional roller-coaster.
At the first tentative diagnosis after the CT scan, both Irene and I cried. Later, it more or less crystallized into a situation of Irene crying…
I've chosen to start a blog at Macmillan for several reasons:
Habit. I run a blog already, and writing about my life has become an ingrained diary-keeping habit. This is perhaps a selfish reason, but writing helps me handle difficulties.
Privacy. I don't want to write about this side of my life in my existing blog, yet. My parents are elderly, none too well themselves, and very stressed by other circumstances. I…
So, I had a firm diagnosis of cancer on Thursday 23rd August.
I'd always imagined that would be a clear-cut thing, but I don't actually know what kind of cancer, or where.
quick wiggle effect of flashback
Call me James (a pseudonym). I'm in my mid-50s, a semi-retired English technical writer living with my wife Irene (also a pseudonym) in a south-coast English town. We've no children. I've previously been in…
