I came up to Mum and Dads last night on the train, arriving with the rain and building thunderstorms. Supper and sleep feeling washed out.
Dad drove me down to Derriford and the mobile PET/CT scan unit. All went well, and took a taxi to the station catching the train back to Pz with only 5 minutes to wait. I’m a bit nervousness about this scan – it’s an intermediary one to ascertain if the potential cancer show in my liver is still there, or grown or gone. Fingers crossed. I wonder if Dr Kruger will have the results by Monday…
I sleep on the train intermittently and go to bed when I get home. I feel radioactive and poisoned and very tired. I know, it’s doing me bad to do me good. Bed’s the place.