As I'm sure you'll read and see on Chris' blog, we've been away to Mum and Dad's house in Cornwall. They were on holiday, so we had the house to ourselves. It was nice to get away and have a change of scenery. The weather was mainly crap, but we managed to get out most days. I got to see the sea, which I love - huge waves! We had pasties and a cream tea (well, we were in Cornwall!). The latter of which we had after a long walk and me being desperate for the loo (what do you mean using the loo was just an excuse??!!). We bought a Crime Scene board game (we Tinsley's know how to live!) and played that once we'd got the UV light to work properly (used to examine the fingerprints and blood splatters!), I won of course.......should've chosen a different path......!
I decided to go commando (no hat) whilst we were on our walk. The thing is, when you look in the mirror you think wow, that's growing nicely. However, if you have a husband like Chris, lots of photos are taken.......and then you look at the photos and think, oh dear, maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all!
It was just Chris, me and the boys that went. Livi decided she wouldn't like the things we wanted to do and anyway she could work more hours during the half term week. This is the first time we've left her at home on her own. Well I say on her own, but it seems she had friends stay over most nights. No beds were used - they all kipped on the sofas! The house was in one piece though when we came home and tidy (thanks to one of Livi's friends who actually likes tidying up!).
I went into work yesterday and saw a few people whilst Liv had an appointment. I needed to organise another chat to finalise when I'm going back to work - I think it's time. Hopefully that'll be next week - the chat that is. I just have to sort out a couple of things before I go back.
Anyway, finally - the results are in!
What a palaver getting them though. I rang the oncologist's secretary on Friday - no reply, but left a message telling them what I was after and leaving my number. Heard nothing that day, gave them the benefit of the doubt and waited until Tuesday to ring again. I managed to speak to someone, who told me she couldn't give me the results over the phone, she'd have to fax them to my GP and then I'd have to ring them and get the results that way. But first, she had to check the results were in, so she'd ring me back. About an hour later, she rang back to tell me, yes, the results were back and she'd faxed them to my GP. So, I duly rang the GP surgery only to be told that they hadn't received the fax and someone would ring me back later when they had received it.
More waiting.........Just after lunch, I had a call from my oncologist, Dr Newman, to tell me the results. He said they'd only just been received that day. Anyway, back to the results...........drum roll, please...............he said....................da dada da da daaaaaa..............ALL WAS FINE!! Nothing showed up on the scan at all, everything looked clear. Oh. My. God. Naturally, I thanked him and promptly burst into tears. Just then, the phone rang again and it was my GP to tell me that they still hadn't received the fax. I told her the news and ordered some more medication while I was at it. Crying continued for a while, in fact it didn't seem to want to stop! Of course, it had to though, as I had to pick the boys up from school and anyone who has seen me cry even just a little bit, will know what a complete mess I end up looking. Why was I crying anyway, I'd just had some really good news? I didn't realise how much the scan had affected me. It didn't seem to have preyed on my mind but I guess, subconsciously, it had. I have to say though, I haven't felt such a sense of relief since this whole sorry mess started. I actually feel strangely positive now (ooer, better not change the habit of a lifetime too quickly!). I know there might be some of the little buggers still lingering in cells waiting to pounce, but as my BFF, Susie, said that could be true for any one of us - none of us really know what's going on inside. Having this CT scan result has been a huge step forward for me psychologically. As the other Auntie Rita said - it's time to step out of the cancer bubble and enjoy life.
I spoke to Auntie M, who's just come out of hospital after an op. She sounded brilliant, much better than she's sounded for ages - so we were both congratulating each other. It's about time we had a run of good news. Long may it continue!
