Got my letter yesterday telling me when my next oncologists appointment is - and it's not for another month. Didn't feel like waiting that long for my scan results after RAI, you know the one? You go into hospital, take a pill, get classed as a danger to society, so you get locked in a room with a star trek air lock door, then studied and scanned like a science experiment to see where all the radiation has congregated…
(This one was written back in Jan/Feb 2013, but I had nowhere to post it)
It's official! I've passed all the tests and background checks, and I've been allowed into one of the most exclusive clubs in the world. To get in, the tests were really invasive and intrusive, and for a while it looked like I wasn't going to get in. But then, after one last check that was the most probative yet and which I had to fight hard for…
So, I have a real problem sometimes getting my meds from the pharmacy. I've no idea why this is a problem, because it should be a really simple procedure.
Simple right? Apparently not!
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I thought I'd introduce you to the things that keep me company, drive me mad, make me laugh, make me angry, make me coo, and make me shout - as well as so much more. My cats!
I've always loved cats above other animals, and as a student, I adopted one from a friend when she had to move abroad. He was with me for years until he finally passed at the ripe old age of 18 ish. I then needed a break, to grieve and reconcile…
By no stretch of the imagination can I be called a clean freak. Before I got cancer, some/all of my house constantly looked like a bomb had hit it - but I knew where everything was if I needed it. The living room would get a clean down if I knew people were coming, and the kitchen would be fully gutted if I needed to bake for anything. But other than that, things just ticked over and were cleaned as and when it bugged…
