Iain says my next book should be Cancer for Fun and Profit!
That would certainly be amusing, though I wonder where the profit would come from? Perhaps I need my own telethon.
On the fun side of the question, the mail today brings news: the people who run Oral Surgery are badass in the extreme, and have ruthlessly cleared time in the schedule for me. Guess I can’t avoid that one any longer – sigh. I dislike having my face Xrayed!
The people who run the Cambridge Breast Unit (insert your own joke here) were so very impressed with the survey I mailed in they have elected to kick me straight to Clinical Genetics, without an initial stop to let their own people have a first poke. That seems quite polite of them. Though we all know exactly what tests will be ordered, at least there is yet another delay so I can continue to dwell in denial!
To conclude, I must admit that when I wrote to the assorted clinics I forgot to contact my skin cancer docs. What could have caused the oversight? Perhaps the fact that they are the most likely to cut me.
In fact, the likelihood hovers around one hundred percent…. and the biopsy will be accompanied by stern lectures I can recite verbatim. Never fear, none of this worries me. As always, I am mostly just annoyed – though at the same time hugely impressed that the NHS provides such high quality (if grubby) services. Free of charge.