Day twenty seven

Yesterday morning I had a phone call with my MRI results. This getting up too early means I'm usually writing about the day before. I suppose if I wrote at the end of the day it would make more sense.

Anyway, that was the suspense build-up. I don't have cancer. Although I didn't get a full report on the phone they wanted to make sure I wouldn't be worried over the weekend. I wasn't worried; I was curious : curious as the whether or not I had cancer; curious as to how I would react to hearing that I have cancer. Now I won't know.

So, I asked what the issue was. It's a slight enlarged prostate and it is inflamed. That probably explains the stabbing pains I have been having down there. A consultant will get in touch with me next week to let me know what thy are going to do to deal with the inflammation etc.

So, not prostate cancer, but there are still the abdominal pains, and they are no better. It would help if they would sleep-in every now and then. They woke me before 4am again today.

When I heard I might have cancer I had my best night's sleep in a while; when I hear thatI don't have cancer I'm awake too early (not bright and early, because it was too dark).

So would I have been fit enough to go back to work today? No! I'm going to the Christmas Tree Festival in the Hungate church this morning, to show my face for the first time in a month, but I won't be staying long.

I need to hear a few more results from my tests and to see what my CT scan reveals before I can really consider what I can do in the future.

For now, I'll keep on reading.