I slept really well on Tuesday night which was a pleasant and most welcome surprise. It wasn’t Storm Sunak, or whatever the Met office had labelled the latest bout of windy weather to hit our shores, that threatened to keep me awake, it was the prospect of seeing the fragrant Dr Westwell early on Wednesday morning to learn the results of my latest MRI brain scan. Normally that means a restless if not sleepless night, with full-on scanxiety, but this time I slept like a baby.
Luckily ours was the first appointment, so we didn’t have long to wait. The usual pleasantries, then down to business. I wasn’t surprised to hear that, despite eight days having elapsed since my scan, the radiologist hadn’t produced his report, but Dr Westwell had the “before and after” images up on her screen and pointed at the grey shadow on the left side of my brain. She reminded me she was no radiologist, but I know she’s seen more of these things than I’ve had hot dinners, and she advised that in her professional opinion the oedema that had been seen on the previous scan around the tumour had dissipated, but moreover the tumour itself had ever so slightly reduced in size and had taken on a different triangular shape which in her opinion was an indicator it could be shrinking and that we were “heading in the right direction” particularly as there was no evidence of any new tumours. This was good news, we both agreed, although there is still my next CT/PET body scan, which will be booked for early Feb, to check on the progress of the tumour in my lung which had also shown signs of increased size and activity on the last scan. All in all though, it could have been much worse.
Talking of heading in the right direction, and now that I know that I’ll hopefully be clear of any drastic developments or unforeseen medical treatments at least for the next month or so, I would like to take this opportunity to crave your kind indulgence. Again.
As part of my fitness regime I’m trying to walk and exercise as much as possible, and I’ve come across an opportunity to put all that pavement pounding to good use, not just for my own personal wellbeing but for others too. The charity Cancer Research UK have set up something called “Walk 100” and I’ve signed up for it. Basically I need to walk 100 miles in the month of February and hopefully attract some sponsorship. I thought of doing it all in one go, maybe by walking to Luton which is apparently 100 miles from our house, but that would involve walking along the hard shoulder of the M23/M25/M1 and anyway I’ve been to Luton before and it’s a s***hole. What I plan to do instead is try to cover the 100 miles in 28 days, starting this Monday 29th January and finishing on 26th February. I’ve downloaded the “Strava” app so that my progress can be monitored on Facebook, although I’m struggling with that at the moment and could rather do with a geek or IT-literate teenager to help set it up and link it properly.
And where you come in, dear reader, is my request that you consider sponsoring me – not for much, at just 10p a mile. Not too much to ask, I hope you’ll agree; it’ll only cost you an Ayrton, a tenner, ten English Pounds, or Euros, or Dollars, whichever you prefer and I’ve set up a Just Giving page for donations:
They call me “William” on the webpage for some reason, but it is me and I’d be really grateful if you could help me with this really important cause. As you probably know, one in two of us will develop some form or cancer during their lifetime, and every little helps.
Many thanks in advance, and maybe I’ll see some of you on Brighton seafront when I’m clocking up the miles.