I got the results of the blood test this morning - all good thank god or someone. So the plan is to have a CT scan which is scheduled in January. The consultant was very reassuring that she had no concerns that the cancer had reappeared.
I can't really describe what it was like sitting in the waiting room surrounded by ill people, some weeping, while I waited for 40 minutes past my appointment time to be seen. The memories of what I've been through crowd fast upon the uncertain future I face, while somehow I try to manage the present. Waiting to hear news like that is pretty much as desperate as it gets - I can think of worse situations to find oneself in, but not many.
Anyhow - with a clean-ish bill of health (ignoring the major sinus-y cold to which I've succumbed through stress and lack of sleep over the past week) I can move forward again, resume where I left off and look forward to Christmas. Talking of Christmas, I'd better get going......
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