Scan results

Blinking Flip, the NHS is stingy with its CT Scans. I've only had two and I've got a lot going on in there. Don't want to boast but I would have thought I was relatively medically interesting.

The first one was on the 15th September last year. This was granted after 5 months of severe abdominal pain. I think they were trying to stop me whinging. The results took ages to come back. They were so shocked to find a massive tumour in my pancreas and surrounding organs that they all had to check with each other. I suppose they were expecting something a bit more imaginary. 

Yes I'm bitter, yes I'm angry. I just say that as some of my readers seem to be running away with the idea that I'm Buddha-Like. Not got there yet.

I started chemo-therapy at the beginning of November. The oncologist said I could have a scan after 3 cycles (6 weeks) to see if it was working. Soon after, this promise was expunged from the records. It was replaced by a directive to stop asking questions and do as I was told. 

So to get my second scan I had to do an Oscar-winning performance including heartfelt interest in my own life-span, emotional appeal, laser-like logic, crying and sulking. Eventually I was granted a CT scan on the understanding that I was a rash impatient fool.

I got the results last Wednesday and was told that my tumour was the same size as on the 15th September. Meh. Could be worse. I was hoping I'd shrunk it to size of a pea just by being marvellous. 

But then I heard the dread words "We found something else". Something told me it was not a good thing e.g. a bag of jelly beans. 

A blood clot in my spleen. Great. A new sinister visitor to the evil party in my tum. I think the clot must have its own blog post.

Laterz