21/5/12
Apart from reclaiming my territory from the bug-eyed
Welshman and his hygienic wife, I had my three monthly blood test today at the cancer clinic in Hammersmith Hospital
How things have changed since all that started almost
exactly two years ago – they have moved the chemo clinic upstairs, removed the
large fish-tank and replaced it with a large flat screen TV and you no longer
seem to have to queue for hours in a corridor.
I am different too, at least this time. I
felt no fear, no dread. Watching the face of Robin Gibb appear on the TV
screen, I thought more about the day I once spent with him and his wife rather
than the fact he has just been killed by cancer.
I have grown accustomed to the
situation. I am almost blasé as I wait for the nasty little sting in my arm. I
am also buoyed up by the words of the doctor I saw three months ago who told me
that after two years there is a chance of survival. Hope she is right.
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