I had intended a post today describing some of the weird things I have been experiencing.But as John Lennon said, life is what happens when you are busy making other plans.
Last Monday I went for a routine follow up with my urologist/ I had some cytology done last week (analysis of pee samples looking for suspicious cells) and the plan was that my urologist was going to confirm that the suspicious cells were no more because the tumours from which they emanated were in a jar. But guess what. Remember we thought I had two cancers and the one remaining doesn’t have symptoms like this? Well it turns out that I must have had three. The one my Willy harboured, the low grade prostate cancer that we have left alone, and the Scarlet Pimpernel that over 12 months of tests have STILL not located.
So now I have two. But I am vertical and breathing and now I sit down to pee. I am continuing with plans to re-locate to the coast. There is a shiny new hospital not far away and my (now ex) urologist has referred me to a colleague that was in fact, the very fella that originally diagnosed my prostate cancer. I like him and I like the fact that he has skinny fingers ….. the story continues