The oldest newspaper headline came to mind today with temperatures reaching 28 degrees Celsius and humidity to match as in "phew what a scorcher." This is distinct from what happens when there is a power cut when it becomes "fuse what a scorcher."
Enough already I hear you cry. Not having heard from the Upper GI Nurse Joya I e mailed her this morning to find out about where we would be meeting her tomorrow. I had heard nothing back from her so I rang at 5.00PM. She said the reason she hadn't contacted us is that it was after 4.00 when Southampton contacted her to say what had been decided at the team meeting today. The added complication was that she was required to go to Southampton in the morning when she had been due to meet us. The appointment has been rearranged for 2.30PM. Joya said she would give us the results of the CT scan as well as telling us what the team felt was the best way forward.
Continuing on a positive note, various people today have told me that I look a lot better than I have in recent weeks. I also had my first fizzy drink in a while in the shape of a Diet Coke. I drank it without any mishap. On the scales I am down to 15 stone. This is quite good. It is three weeks since I was weighed and I suspect through the last week of the chemo I had probably lost a few pounds so maybe the weight is on the up.
I did my first Hospital Radio Show in three weeks. This went very well. It's a useful way of keeping my hand in at radio.
Finally I forgot to mention that on a sweltering day yesterday we stopped at Trowell Services on the M1. The cafe couldn't sell us any cold drinks. No apology offered. At times I despair of this country.
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