Thursday afternoon - just before everyone bar the essentials leave for the Bank Holiday weekend. In the team come. We, and the very limited number of friends we'd shared this with by now are thoroughly Team Lymphoma (which frankly is an odd place to be and means no dis respect to others suffering through this - it's just our odds were so heavily stacked one way). Some of our more risque friends had even had cards printed eh. Crystal Tips?)
Do they launch in and give the news straight away? Oh no, "talk me through how we got to this place". How long has your back been bad? JUST TELL US!!!!!!
We're sorry to confirm that you have non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma Diffuse B aggressive. I punch the air and say YES!!! The oncologist looks at me like I'm certifiable and checks that I understand what he's just told me. I say yes. I understand clearly. You've told me that I'm going to fight, kick the shit out of this thing and live.
Thank you.
Now, I've been neglecting to introduce a bit of humour here and there in these last posts because they were the 'serious' ones. The next few shall start to introduce some of the characters that I've come across since I've been here - and they are many and varied. We have Moaning Minnie, Lady Lucinda, Unnamed lady with knickers on her head and many, many more. Pure, unadulterated genius of society cross section.
The NHS is a shining example of wonderfulness. I am in awe of the treatment I've received here from start to finish, from every single member of staff. No matter what the outcome of this ultimately, you are all superstars.
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