After several days of ‘phoning around and chasing for answers, I’ve just received a call from Paul, a nurse from the chest cancer department, to discuss the results of my PET scan.
He explained that the tumour they found just before Christmas glowed bright red in the scan, revealing itself as definite cancer. There were also a number of lymph nodes which are showing abnormalities.
While they’re not ‘glowing’ like the tumour, they are a cause for concern.
So, here’s the plan…
After the weekend, I will be having a lung function test. I was due to have that two days ago, on Monday but, thanks to a heavy cold and chesty cough, I wasn’t able to have the test done.
I need to be well enough this time.
After the lung function test, I will be going into surgery shortly afterwards.
The surgeon will remove the tumour, and the lymph nodes of concern.
Bizarrely, The Lymph Nodes of Concern was the name of my Radiohead tribute band in college.
Once they’ve been removed, the tumour and lymph nodes will be sent off for testing to discover if they are connected to my throat cancer, or whether I’ve been lucky enough to contract two separate types of cancer in under three years.
Yay, go me!
Have you noticed I’m making jokes?
Yeah, you have.
And you probably know what that means.
And that’s strange.
I knew this was coming, but being given the details has knocked me flat. Almost as though this all might have been some bad dream, and that I might wake up to find I didn’t have to go through this shit all over again.
But, it’s not a dream.
Not even a bad one.
Cancer really has come back to carry on from where it left off.
To try to kill me.