Well two months ago I posted about the minor issues with blood coming out of my throat, and the fantastic response from the NHS.I told of the point where they were going to cauterize the back of my throat, the speed of the diagnosis and response.
Of course the has been a minor issue with strikes, this led to we are having to move your appointment, not good but okay, new appointment time and place I gave my RSVPs and eagerly awaited my deep throat event (just call me Linda) and I went yesterday.
So my much awaited end to the blood and swallowing it saga was finished.
Nooo,no it's turned out that I am going to have to find another forum to lurk on the sidelines of, yes just like that nice nick Robinson off the radio I have throat cancer, yea isn't that nice.
So after a night when strangely I wasn't able to drop off so much so that I got up and watched Blake's 7 on britbox nearly at the end of season one, Avalon had been caught by the baddies and servalan is about to enter stage left so I still have half of episode 7 to watch tonight.
But while watching I had some thoughts, I realised that I have been here before two years ago this morning Mr R and the anesthetic gas passer who looked like hardy Kruger and has the same accent cracked me open and fiddled around, and just before that I signed a paper saying that I understood that I might not wake up. I also realised that I really hate the description "fight cancer" I am going to deal with it, so should anyone reply leave any description of combat out, I think deal is a positive attitude friendly optimistic and more suited to my outlook.
Anyway I now eagerly wait for a scan, biopsy and kemo/radio and vomiting.
What a way to celebrate my second anniversary.
Time for a visit to the very greasy spoon for deep fried colesteral and lard.ππ