That’s Monday over, and no phone call to tell me the results of last Monday’s scan. I’m finding this waiting very hard.
I looked at the guidelines for response times for cancer. I’m still within them, so I suppose I have no formal grounds for complaint. I just want to know the prognosis. Am I going to live or die? Sorry to be so blunt, but that’s how the question sits in my head all day.
I had another crying session this afternoon, so I went back to bed until I felt I could cope again.
Meanwhile I’ve solved my last software problem, (turned out google tracking is doing strange things to the website), all that’s left now is to release the fix on Wednesday. I sat down in front of the PC and suddenly realised I had no software issues to deal with. It feels very strange.
Anyway I have written the story about the White Witch. I’ll leave it overnight, then give it a last proofread before I publish it on this site. And yes, the whole incident really did happen like that.