"All Clear"

I travel to the Victoria hospital in London every 3 months for a checkup, alternating between the radiation guy and the surgeon. I also go many other times in between for dentist appointments and things like the study I was participating in. That means that I generally enter through 3 different doors, as it is a very large complex. About every 6 months I have to enter through these doors and today was one of those days.



I still get flashbacks and maybe always will....or I suppose I could go through different doors and take the back way in. Idiot!

Anyway, all is well. My flashbacks are strictly emotional. Claudette still gets nervous about the checkup itself but I don't worry at all. Somehow I think I would know if there was anything wrong, and right now other than my fucked up head everything feels pretty good. Oh except for the major tendonitis in my shoulder, my screwed up right achilles, the pain in my left knee and my sore lower back....just your average 54 year old body!!

And tomorrow I promise a little philosophising, with no pictures....just for you Old John.

"Cancer is a word, not a sentence."---John Diamond

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peter