Phew – Prof Happy

God – it never gets any bloody easier, in the run up to an appointment with Prof. Not helped probably by driving to hockey this Sun with two chums talking about how someone's husband had died the night before, young, from cancer, in a hospice. Possibly one of the subjects that scares the shit out of me the very most.

Anyway – all good on the myeloma front, thank god. Although trying to read a summary of my recent skeletal survey upside down, with Prof also doing his best to shield it from me, and catching phrases like 'large holes in pelvis' leaping off the page is an entertaining game. He tries to cover it off by saying 'well nothing's probably changed since you were first scanned' while all I can think of is 'I'VE GOT HOW MANY MASSIVE HOLES IN MY BLOODY BONES??' And then of course he lapses into all sorts of football bollocks discussing how Chelsea got on at the weekend – aaaaagghhh!

But – basically all is as good as it can be for now, which is great. And now don;t have to go till early June, a whole tweo months of not having an imminent appointment hanging over my head liek a grim reaper scythe, bonus.

Celebrated with a blackcurrant & soda, goats cheese salad and half a portion of chips with H in the Hand in Hand on Wimbledon Common, man do we know how to push that boat out x