After a scanxietyiously long week, I finally arrived at the Linda McCartney Centre to find out what the hell is going on in my lungs.
Good news guys. Good good news.
First piece of good news – there are no new tumours! Wa-bloody-heyyyyyy!
Second piece of good news – the little bleeder which is residing on the wall of my lung, has grown from 3.98mm to 5.98mm. “How is this good news?” I hear you all shout. Well, my friends, the hard faced bugger is now big enough to be removed.
Big enough to be removed….let that just sink in. The ‘less than six millimetres tumour’ is big enough to be removed. Have you ever heard of anything so ridiculous?! I’m glad it has grown. I’m glad I can have it removed. I’m glad I can be cancer free again.
I have every confidence that my wonderful surgeon can complete the task in hand….for the third time.
Third time lucky, hey?