I'm sat at the computer during a free period, so thought an update might be in order…
Meg and I travelled up to Guy's hospital on Saturday afternoon, and it was a rather muted affair. I think that I'm getting weary from all of the ups and downs of this process, and it can be pretty hard to stay upbeat 100% of the time. It turned out that we were later than expected by the staff on the cardio-thoracic ward who weren't best pleased, but a mix up with the specialist was to blame and we were forgiven.
A number of nurses came around and took samples, bloods, swabs, details etc, and after signing several consent forms we went to Nandos (classy eh?)for tea. I walked Meg to London Bridge station, watched her get on the train, and walked back to the hospital. I'd taken my netbook with me and signed on to STW, looking at the many different messages of support from you all.
My op was scheduled for the morning, and all went well. My specialist explained that she'd got all the mass that she could out, so that'll be whipped off for biopsy and we'll hopefully have some results by the end of the week. The heart is a much bigger issue. Regardless, they're going to have to open me up to both see and remove whatever is showing up on the PET scan. So open-heart surgery it is then! I'll admit I'm not looking forward to it, but the scar will look fookin' amazing!
I had three MRI's yesterday to further investigate the lytic lesions on my pelvis/spine. It was the second time I've been for testing without Meg, and I find the experiences frightening and lonely. All was going swimmingly until about three minutes in to the first 30min burst, when the CD I had chosen started to skip, resulting in two different but painfully similar 'whumping' noises in the earphones!
Meg and I are getting married on the 31st of October in Somerset; now I know that some folk might see this as a poignant gesture of love in the face of death, but in actual fact Meg has an issue with me having a bald head in the wedding photo's and has accelerated our projected date by a few light-years…I would love to be able to afford to invite each and every one of you to the wedding, but I can't and I'm genuinely sad about this. Without all of your best wishes, support and love I would have crumbled very quickly in the face of all of this.
I will however be having a reverse 'stag-do' when I'm better next year; probably in Yorkshire, definitely with all of you, and proudly displaying scars on a body that you all helped to save. I give you my word.
M x