So here we are, back up in Earl’s Court, ready for CT scan tomorrow
at the Royal Marsden. It doesn’t seem five minutes since we were last
here.
Kev certainly got straight back into the
swing of things by rapping at least two lots of ankles – well if you
stand in the middle of a busy Underground looking gormless, it’s bound
to happen!
Getting the results of scans are one of the things I hate most about all this crap. Sitting there waiting for your consultant to come in, with either encouraging news or not, as the case may be. We;ve been lucky in that virtually all our news following scans have been positive but there will come a day when the news won't be so good and we have to be prepared for that. Until then, I'll sit on the edge of my chair, like a naughty schoolgirl, waiting for the bearer of good/bad news to come through the door ......
Anyway, relaxing now in Lennie Henry’s bed before heading down for a welcome Happy Hour and dinner ……
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