"Missed" appointment; and some new ones.

Had a call back on Tuesday from Joy, my very pleasant specialist nurse, and she said the scan appointment was being processed and that the head & neck surgeon (Mr Brightwell) wanted to see me next Monday, which is the 18th. Had a long chat about the wobbly day I'd had and was she very understanding and helpful.

Then the following day (Wednesday) I got a letter with an appointment with Mr Brightwell for 11th November, which was two days previously....so I'd missed an appointment I didn't know I had!

Rang the booking office to query and they said that even though I'd missed the 11th they had given me another one on the 18th because they'd, "given me the benefit of the doubt" over not turning up. Gee thanks.

At the bottom of the letter (and at the bottom of every one I get) is the message....

"If your condition has improved and you no longer need to be seen please call the above number."

Really?

HOLD THE FRONT PAGE!! The phone just rang and I have my PET CT scan date; 21st Nov but I have to go to Plymouth. Could've waited another week and had it closer to home (Taunton) but I just want things to move as fast as possible now.

Actually got my mind off things yesterday by planning my insane idea of buying a motorbike. It's the top of my "bucket list" (which is something I think everyone should have regardless of their health). Was distracting for a few hours and is something that really appeals. Not ridden one seriously for pushing thirty years but hope it comes off somehow....I'll let you know, even though "you" don't exist and I'm still just talking to myself!

Another update! I now have my admission date for the surgery, Wednesday 27th; operation won't be that day because the letter says I can eat and drink normally before reporting to the ward (Otter) at 2.00pm. Should hopefully be out by early the following week.

Sadly probably screws the plan I had with my brother to go and watch Guildford City play at Bridgwater on Dec 7th, not a chance I'll be able to drive by then I don't think. Mark'd probably come and pick me up but if it's a long ball game I'll miss most of it due to not being able to move my head. Curse you cancer (shakes fist)!