Hospital phoned. PET scan's tomorrow at 10.30am. Was so used to waiting ages for things it's a bit of a shock to have it arranged so quickly.
Looked PET scan up on the internet. Fairly new technology developed in the Seventies...so yes, bang-up-to-date then...only 30-odd years old! Anyway apparently I'm injected with, and/or drink, a glucose solution and have to wait for about an hour for it to circulate around my body. Cancer tissue absorbs glucose differently so will show up on the scan as unusual. Actual scan involves lying completely still in a tunnel for about an hour. It's v expensive. Only few hospitals have the equipment hence why I have to go to Guildford.
Saw Nicola today for a cuppa. Very good to see her and have a chat about stuff...particularly as she's going through the same process. Apparently she's left with the oldies now that I've finished treatment. Really wish there was a way they could organise treating similar age groups at same time. Really think it would make a significant difference.
We were talking about hair-loss and how people react to seeing the PICC line. I'm so glad mine's gone now. Human beings are generally quite inept and seem to stare. If you respond to the question of 'what's that?' it tends to cause embarrassment brought about by a lack of understanding. It's amazing how superficial society really is. Shocks me actually. Part of it shame that I would have been one of the starers in the past and wouldn't really have known what to say, I think.
Hair's growing back quite quickly now. Hopefully be able to tuck Marina away in a box in a month or so. Plus it's coming up to the season to be bald...wear those beanies (preferably ones with huge bobbles) with pride!
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