Wednesday afternoon and time for the Oncology department. The staff are great and there is a great sense of comardarie between the patients. Feel like a fish out of water. Wendy is there and tells me that the hospital General Manager is now aware of how badly I have been treated. A long wait and then finally seen by Dr Lee, the Registrar, who knows all the issues and spends some time apologising for the NHS.
He is great and understands my fears about having another CT scan that is scheduled for Thursday afternoon! They now have to find out if 'the thing' has spread to other lymph glands. Loads of questions, loads of info - all a bit of a haze - but it is treatable with chemo ...
Finally get to meet the lovely consultant Ann O'Callaghan who gives me a bit more info and promises to phone me on Friday afternoon once she has talked everything through with her colleagues in Southampton and that 'phone call will tell me exactly where 'the thing' is.
Five o'clock and I leave, but not before making an appointment with the clinic for 2 weeks time.
It is tipping down and I get soaked walking to the car park. Time to go home and absorb and share all the news ....