"No time for love, Dr. Jones."

First let me just say this will be a practical blog entry, updating you with the latest on my 'none-tumor,' and not the whimsical wallowing of a meandering mind you've all become accustom to over recent weeks.

Alliteration aside I went to see my oncologist yesterday. Or rather my new oncologist. The one I was seeing left and passed my case onto the top dog of all things cancer related at Coventry Hospital. He was over an hour late for the appointment and when he did see me he clearly hadn't read my notes. I'm surprised he knew my name. It meant having to go through the whole story of the second fit, and blood tests, and more steroids and blah, blah, blah. All over again.

He shined a torch in my eyes, got me to wave my arms around a bit and do the Times crossword. The usual stuff to check for brain tumors. I'm now, according to the blood test, on enough drugs to stop me having another fit. Which means I can come off the steroids. Again. Of course I have to be weened off them, dropping 1mg every three days. I should be off them by the end of the first week in September. If all goes according to plan.

That's about all I can report from that meeting. I'll be seeing him again in three months time. With an MIR scan in six months. The whole appointment lasted no more than ten minutes.

And then, today, I met my with my surgeon to discuss my latest MIR scan. Which I'm not having until next week. Yes, another administrative folly has led to me having a doctors appointment before the actual scan that the doctors appointment was set up for. Still, he said I looked well. And he did some more lights in the eyes and waving my arms around business. I think to just to make me feel like the whole trip was worth while. So I'll be have my scan next week as planned and he'll call me if there's any problems. And that should be the last I'll hear from him.

So that's us up date pretty much. I'll let you know how the scan goes next week. My first week back at work full time as well. So back to the whimsical wallowing of the meandering mind.

J