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.
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