Only waited an additional few days to get into hospital and get the results to all the test I had done over May about the nasty they found in my lung earlier in the year. The little sod is still growing but at maybe 1mm a month so we're hardly in Alien territory - it's a 'right upper lobe lesion demonstrating feint activity, Herder Model 35%' . From what i can tell, that percentage basically means 'could try harder'. More importantly, the CAT scan didn't find anything else. I'm booked to see a surgeon end of next week.
Usual deep loverly-ness from staff. As I'm queasy as hell and don't want to know, the time put aside to have all the details explained was instead used for general chats about art and poetry with a Macmillan nurse - bless them all. I feel I know where I am now, the likely courses of action pretty firmly mapped out and the prospects are good - the best really. I've never had surgery so I'm scared of that - but it seems to work so I'll just have to stop being such a wuss.
I know I've already done the Rishi joke but I've turned it into a poem for the next Spoken Word event here - I need to do it now as it won't be funny after July 4th :O/
My Enemies Are Lesion
In my lung they found a lesion
Smoking was, of course, the reason
But, just as I’m sure you’ve guessed
The angels of the NHS
Scanned, prodded and injected me
With radio activity
To make quite sure it was alone
And had not brought its mates along
So, small and friendless, soon to go,
I called it Rishi, don’tcha know
Fergus
