21/12/15

21/12/15

Happy Christmas to one and all.

On again, off again. This relationship between myself and this
blog over the years has blown hot and cold more times than the
worst showbiz marrages, although i don't expect to be getting
divorced from this partnership any time soon. Yes, i am sorry to
one and all and especially my beautiful wife and kids for that
terrible disease that played cupid to this Laptop, Blog and myself
3 and a little bit years ago has raised its ugly head again.

The cancer is back.

4 weeks ago I had a routine check up, I saw Joe, I let him know
that I was starting to have have the odd difficulty with
swallowing, I was expecting this but not quite as bad as it
hasbecome, every meal time I was having to cough to clear my
throat as my food just kept getting stuck, I expected this just to
be because of the scar tissue left behind in my throat, Joe agreed
this could just be scar tissue but to make sure he set up an MRI
and a video xray swallow test. 3 weeks ago, MRI, nothing to
report other than apparently I take a good picture, that's just
down to practice I guess, 2 weeks ago a video xray, this was a
new one on me and I didn't know what to expect, not alot really,
water with contrast, a thicker solution with contrast, a
marshmallow covered in contrast and finally a digestive biscuit
dunked in contrast. " oh, i can see you are having problems" said
the radiographer. That was nothing compared to the day
following, I may of had trouble swallowing the test foods but there
was certainly no problem in getting the contrast out of my body...
whoosh thats one way to empty your intestine, they could have
warned me it was going to cause a rapid evacuation.
Now we are at last week, Tuesday saw a follow up visit to green
clinic, expecting to see Joe, but when I got asked to wait in the
consultation room, Joe did not enter, his boss did followed by 2
other consultants, the radiographer and Karen the cancer nurse,
shit, my heart sank.

It's still sinking.

When I know more, I will write more, until then pretty people

Have a Week, a Day, a Month or an Hour.

Bye for now.