HOW LONG – AGAIN

HOW LONG – AGAIN

On Thursday I toddled off yet again for a chat with the head Wizard. Having had my doughnut session a week before it was time to find out how the scans had been interpreted by the meds and what, if any, news there was on the growth/spread of my various groups of uninvited cells.

I guess (but don’t keep track) that the original cancer site was discovered to have metastasised about 13 or 14 months ago to 5 other sites and at that time the very, very ballpark expectation was that I may receive another 6,12 or 18 monthly bank statements. This is where the lesson begins. In common with most people with an IQ above room temperature, I asked "How long?" I thought that for me, this was a necessary piece of information so that I could decide whether to begin any major projects or to stick to cooking a soft boiled egg in the time I had left. The ballpark figure I received was wrapped in every perhaps, maybe, possibly or conceivably known and then topped with a big lump of Wizard’s don’t know. This stuff is as good as angel dust because when they don’t know, everything is possible.

The Wizard told me that there was possibly (love that word) a slight increase in the size of the nodules but that they were still very small and didn’t seem to be undertaking any major onslaught. Combined with the fact that my blood tests look good, it seems that my cancer cells are copying the rest of me and being pretty laid back. Pains and discomfort are mostly as a result of previous butchery (apart from the blood clot) and as yet there doesn’t appear to be anything associated with the new boys. In the absence of a miraculous recovery, this is just about as good as it gets, so it looks as if I may be sat here writing for a good while to come. Here’s the point of the lesson - it’s not the what it's the how. It’s not what the meds say (yep, it’s cancer and it’s growing) it’s how (not very fast and I thought you would be on the way out by now). The end result is that I came home yet again thinking what a bloody lucky chap I am. I feel like a British Airways announcer. "Departure of flight CB001 to the celestial been delayed until further notice."