Two frights in two weeks. A new weight lose program I wouldn't recommend.
Last week after having listened to Sarah coughing on and off for four weeks I decided to raise the unpalatable thought that she should seek the LOC's advice. We've been told if she is unwell for more than a couple of weeks to check nothing else is amiss. A cough, persistent and chronic can be an indicator of the cancer returning somewhere else, ie the lungs.
Sarah phoned Alison the oncologist who recommended a chest x-ray. The call was Tuesday, the x-ray Wednesday and then we waited. It's then you start to wonder how you're going to hear. Clearly if they call and say come in and see us it must be bad news, mustn't it? Would they only tell us good news over the phone? When will we know? Time get's suspended when it's like this. Then they called Thursday about 5pm. All clear. Nothing to worry about.
This morning we had, what we thought, was a routine check up to see how the last operation was progressing. We had no reason to worry. Second's away, round two. Whilst checking out his handiwork Prof. Mokbel casually mentioned a lump. Almost certainly scar tissue. But just to be sure I'd like you to have an ultrasound. This was about 8:45am down in Wimbledon. The quickest way to get it done was up to the Princess Grace in Marylebone, at one thirty. Time pauses again.
Watching the radiographer (who Mokbel reckons is the best in Europe) studying the images on the screen reminded me of black and white footage from the '60's. I was going to write like the moon landing but I'm sure that will get misinterpreted. I didn't really want to look at the screen. Who knows what it all meant. After about 10 minutes he said "I can't see anything that looks like cancer".
And breath.....
Belt and braces they also did a mammogram. Again all clear. Nothing to worry about (until next time). It's almost certainly scar tissue between the muscle wall and the implant, not the breast cell side if you follow the physiology.
(You're) welcome to our world....
Rob.