View from Applecross, Wester Ross
Today’s photo is one we took in Scotland last year (be warned there are millions of others) and it’s supposed to represent the worry/relief combo which was the result of today’s visit to the oncologist (otherwise known as the Anti-Doogie).
Firstly, not to miss the chance to blow my own trumpet, the Anti-Doogie congratulated me on having fought and succeeded in getting my chemo date changed (he had tried and failed). I felt very full of myself and am considering renaming myself and only answering to ‘Champ’.
Less positively the Anti-Doogie noticed some new symptoms that I hadn’t. These may just be a reaction to the chemo but need to be watched. This means that he is moving the next CT scan forward by about a month and that my chemo (after the next one) may need to be changed. At least, as my mate F pointed out, he’s on the ball. Trust me not to notice new symptoms that need noticing. Yet I did notice that the Anti-Doogie was wearing a really horrible pair of pointy shoes. Nothing like getting your priorities straight is there?
More happily the Anti-D assured me that some of the other symptoms I’d been experiencing must be anxiety related rather than lung related (as I feared). As a result this afternoon I walked into, around and home from town for the first time since having chemo.
So there you have it, a bit of a mixed day – the photo says it all.