Wednesday, November 16, 2011

A lot going on

There's a lot. I've had the consultation with the doctors. The news isn't good, but it isn't as bad as it could have been and there are still things we can do to make the whole thing (possibly) go away. I can't really go into it more right now, but I thought I'd let y'all know straight up that things are still hopeful but the cancer is still there.

The chances that the next thing we do will make my cancer entirely a thing of the past are in the high 90s, but, well, things are still complicated for the moment.

But for now, I have a difficult decision to make. I've been given a few options, none of which are particularly appealing. Once I've decided what I'm going to do, it's still going to be difficult to live with and will change a lot of things more or less for the rest of my life. So, stick around, I'll go into it more as we go along.

At the moment, however, I'm actually just a bit pressed for time and for some rather unexciting, mundane reasons. I've got a doctor's appointment in the City this afternoon for more information, Q&A sort of thing, and I would have been back to you all before now but the internet at the flat died for about 30 hours. Fixed now, but we've got to run off to do more doctor-related things.

So, I'll get back to you.

Sorry, I realise now all that was kind of cryptic. But I'm in the process of making some pretty big life decisions and am trying to make them based entirely on rational and sensible things. The effort is leaving me somewhat muddled.

In the head.

You know.

Anyway, once all that is sorted out, I'll be back and we can have some tea. I might bring biscuits.



John Paul Sonnen said...

You write so well. Our thoughts are will you. Get well soon!

DP said...

I'll take hope, however wrapped in grime it might be. Prayers continue.

Dymphna said...

Is there any way you can talk to someone who has actually had or is living with procedures that you might have to choose from?

Steve T. said...

When these matters are concluded, let's infiltrate this with concealed eggs, bags of flower, and pocketfuls of two-pence coins and bust up the joint: Celebration of Dance

What do you say? On me.

Mrs McLean said...

Hang in there, babe.

PLeya said...

This really sucks. Praying for you hon and hoping things work out.