Second to last post - probably

Down to Sydney (Liverpool, actually) for the PET Scan on Friday. As usual, we drove, against the advice of the technicians at the nuclear medicine facility, who say not to. When I asked them why so time ago, they told me that driving set up tension in the shoulders and neck which could be misinterpreted by the scanner, but that an hour or so of relaxation between scan and driving should take care of that. No more discussion needed, really - driving took place, as did relaxation!

The process was as mildly unpleasant as last time, tinged with the apprehension around the results: last time we knew that I had cancer, this time we need it to say that I don't! The whole process takes around 2 - 2.5 hours: fifteen minutes being prepared (under the space blanket) and ten minutes being injected, an hour for the radio isotope to circulate around the body, 25 minutes for the scan itself, then at least half an hour twiddling the thumbs waiting for the pictures to be validated. Then of course the wait for the results to be given to me by the oncologist, which will be next Friday!

This last wait is very wearing - I am apprehensive about the results, although on balance I reckon that we're ahead of the game. I just don't trust cancer: its an evil, invasive, tricky little bastard of a disease, which seems to go away, then comes back to haunt one. I can't wait to die of old age!!!

More next week.