A letter arrived from the Hospital today. My OPA is 6th May. This is perhaps the first time that I have not had to ask where the appointment is. It arrived just 4 days after the Operation and so I'm thinking, I NEED to be seen and the next steps discussed.
It clashes with something I am already doing but that has just had to be pushed out of the way. I just have to attend this as somehow the speed of delivery has determined my response. The results can't be known yet but I'm sure that there is a strategy for dealing with this. It is also one of those things where "they" were probably expecting some sort of recurrence and I wasn't.
It has been funny the reaction to it so far. For example I just bumped into my next door neighbour who, having survived lung cancer (having his lung removed) looked devastated and seemed really worried that I might be breathing my last. Many others are very concerned and in reality, there is a lot to play for yet here. Consider if you will that I still have the options of treatment and I guess radical surgery if needed, then we are not in an end game situation at all.
I read into my letter that my consultant needs to see me sooner rather than later. That this meeting is important yet far enough away not to be urgent. It shows that just three weeks afterwards there will be a considered decision about the way forward. That's positive and I will not be worrying (yes I am worrying at the back of my mind - of course I am) or waiting for it to drag out before telling me.
There is a bit of me that thinks this is really bad news - perhaps 1 or 2% of my brain is saying that. The remainder of my brain and most of my being suggests that - it is serious but not the end of the world or anything more serious than that.
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